At the end of August, Matt and Alicia went on vacation to Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. They didn't invite me to join them. That wasn't very nice. I love car rides, and they were in the car for 9 hours! Unfair. In the end though, it was a good thing they didn't bring me. It seems they don't welcome my kind in South Beach (the neighborhood of the Sea Pines Plantation where they stayed).
|That second to last rule just would not work for me.|
|Oh, but look, a dog cafe!|
|What's this? No dogs? At the dog cafe?|
|Hmm...maybe I could bill myself as providing the service of cuteness?|
When I got home after 10 straight days of playing I was a happy dog, but it looked like I'd been through a war. You see, I like to chew and jump on other dogs, and I like it when they do that to me. And I let them bite as hard as they want, because I want them to like me. Gerri didn't know this and after the first day, the damage was done. Thus, my head and neck were a bit chewed up.
Before you look at these pictures and feel bad for me, just know I wasn't hurt and that I had so much fun and was so happy with my chewed head. I've gone back to Gerri's for play group and now that Gerri knows how hard I play, she makes me take breaks so that this doesn't happen anymore.
On a related note, Matt and Alicia were kind enough to bring me back a souvenir from their trip. They didn't take any photos of me wearing it when I first got back though, because my head looked a bit, well, chewed. But now I'm all fixed up (and have been for a while), so it's time to get salty...
|Look at me! I'm a Salty Dog!|
|Getting bored of this photo shoot.|
|I'm done. I'm going to sleep.|