summertime

Time flies when being on vacation. Actually, it's not me who is off duty, it's my human mom. Therefore, neither of us spends much time at the computer. So far it has been a pretty good summer.

My mom tried to persuade me to swim in the nearby lake but I chickened out. That place was crawling with big, vicious ducks that were patrolling the waterline and the beach. They did move away some when there people showed up, but I thought they were still too close. Besides, water is wet. I don't like it. In my opinion water is only good for drinking. Oh, it has been raining too. I don't like that either. I just want to do my business and run back inside as quickly as possible. My folks don't seem to mind...

We found a dog park a train ride away. I don't know exactly where it is, but we have to take the commuter train to get there. It's in a corner of a park area and there is always lots of stuff going on. The dog park itself is sort of ok. It has a fence around it, so I can run free and sometimes there are other older dogs I can play with. Last time I played awhile with a pretty but slightly overweight Labrador, who was more interested in my mom's meatball collection than playing with me.

I'm getting to be pretty good at traveling with the train. The rattling locomotive, the loudspeaker announcements and all the people don't scare me as much anymore. I still need meatball persuation before I can settle down and find a good spot to lie down on the floor. Bus rides are a torture though. I'm getting better and these days I don't have to be carried anymore. Still, I do detest the actual bus ride. Dogs have to travel in the far end of bus and there simply is no good place for me to be. There is seats everywhere and I'm too big to lie down between them. The corridor is too narrow, people might step on me. Dogs are not supposed to sit ON the seat either. So, where am I supposed to be then?! I'm already too big to sit on my mom's lap.

Anyway, I think I have been a very good boy. I even sleep through the night and I am not a morning dog. Thank god, says my folks. There are not morning dogs either... I usually wake up around 7 or 8 a.m. and these days I'm allowed to stay up as long as my folks. Well, they did try to crate me but I gave them a very persistent and loud concert "eine kleine Nachtmusik" ála Mauro. My speciality a yoddling growl. Too bad I can't post a sample of it here. I'm sure you would all appreciate it.