… the wheels on the bus go round and round… if they sing that song one more time I’m going to go crazy… what is it with people and singing when they’re driving?…
…are we there yet?… really, we’ve got to be there already… we’ve passed the park and the lake and the vet (whew)… where on earth are we going? My tongue is starting to get a little chaffed from all the wind… hey! the boy is touching me again… people! Now he’s touching my tennis ball… okay, throw it… throw it… darn, it, I forgot that doesn’t work in the car …
… seriously, are we there yet? I would have taken care of a little more business in the backyard if I had known we’d be driving so long….
What? We’re stopping! Yeah, we’re there… let me out… let me out…. we’re finally… whooo… what is going on here? Where did all the buildings go? what the?… EECCKK! Run away, run away … killer dog coming this way… I’ll just run behind this big red building… People! don’t you see it? Run for your lives…
Man, that is the biggest dog I have ever seen… and what’s that awful clanging sound and the groaning… MUUUUU, MUUUU? That must be one of the demon hounds that Molly told me about…
Hey? How come the people aren’t running too? … and why are they laughing at me? …Oh, it’s just a cow… sure I knew that… I was just checking out the place… no, seriously, I wasnt’ scared… no, I didn’t leave that puddle… my buddy Chiquillo must be in town…
… I’ll just be over here by the fence checking out the perimeter if you need me…. what a minute… where’s the fence?
There must be a fence… if there’s no fence how will I keep from falling off the earth… and… hey, what happened to my leash? HA! They forgot my leash… no fence, no leash… I can run as far as I want…
Run, run, run… pant… pant… look how far away they are now… I could keep on going… run, run, run…. pant, pant, YEAH! no people, no baths, no treats… no treats? … I can live without those… I’ll just rough it and live off the land… just like I saw on Animal Planet… if a coyote could do it, a golden retriever sure as heck can do it… look at all this yummy grass… munch, munch… blahhh. Okay, some treats would be good…
Still, I better take this chance….run, run… walk, walk… no ‘bad doggie,’ no tennis… OH, NO!!!!! no TENNIS BALLS…. I can’t even see my tennis balls from here… and what about my ice cubes… I don’t see any ice cubes out here anywhere… and the carpet… where’s the carpet… how would I take naps without carpet? … it’s okay… remember that special on wolves… I’m tougher than a wolf right? Sure all the generations of breeding has taken some of the wild-side out of me, but I could hang with a pack of wild dogs…. gulp… right? Did I just hear someone howl?
I sure am thisty… sniff, sniff… oh, there’s some water in that long hole… slurp, slurp… spit, spit, yuckkkkk. They call this water? It tastes like that demon hound relieved himself in it… I’ll bet there’s not even any floride in this… does the EPA now about this stuff? … that’s okay… I could learn to live with this right… right?
… who am I kidding … run, run, run… run, run… people, I’m coming… I’m coming… don’t leave with out me…..
I wonder if I’ll meet any other dogs while I’m in the country? Where’s that music coming from? … well, life on the farm is kinda laid back… ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack.. It’s early to rise, early in the sack… Thank God, I’m a country boy…
I better go see what’s going on… better take a tennis ball with me just in case…
Sounds as if you’ll enjoy the country, Max! We take Diva up to Cape Cod and to the Adirondacks for vacation and she has a great time swimming in the lake at each place. Do you like to swim too?
You City Slicker. We live in the country. Not a lot of cows, a few here and there, more horses maybe, not much bigger than me. Goats and oinkers. Train tracks about a mile west up through the woods; I’d like to go riding the rails. I howl at the freights AAARRRRROOOOOOOOOO. The lake’s about 100 yards north. Lots of little gray critters with bushy tail. They’re always hanging around the bird feeder. We can’t have tennis balls in the yard anymore. Da brings ‘em to the lake when we go swimming. Dad shoots them out into the lake but the Goldens always beat me and Shiloh to them. Dad says that we’d swallow those little tennis balls and choke; we’ve got hard rubber blue footbals but they don’t float. They squeak though. Have fun out in the boonies. I hope you don’t have allergies. The guys and gals say Woof.
Max (the Landseer0.
Hey Cousin Max!
Your cat cousins Cleo & Charlie here to say that you are such a lucky dog! You get to visit the country while we stay indoors!
Okay! Okay! So Charlie only sneaks out at dusk and then goes directly under the deck to hide… He is the original scaredy cat! We both beg to go outside, then when Mommy lets us out, we run back to the door and beg to be let back in. Hey! That wind stuff is S-C-A-R-Y!!!
Still, if the squirrels and birds would come just a l-i-t-t-l-e closer…
Give your boy a big slobbery kiss for us!! (And you can slobber a bit on the big human too for our Mommy – he is her big brother after all!
Meow Meow Purrrrrrrrrr!!
Cleo & Charlie