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As a blogger, I need to have an email address and I couldn’t have picked a better one. Thanks T! Adventures plus yahoo perfectly suits my zest for life!

My greatest adventure before coming to live with T and N was getting out in the play yard at the shelter with my kennel-mate Howie. It was fun, but a pretty small space when compared to my new yard. And lately, because I’ve convinced T I can be trusted off-leash, my playground has expanded to all twenty acres of the farm. Yahoo!

Fetch on the farm.

Another recent adventure, although it might not sound like much to you, was having a house guest, one who stayed overnight. I’d never met this person and there she was, sleeping right in our house. T said she was my auntie, but still, could I trust her in the same house with my people? All week I swung between being wildly excited to see her and barking whenever she entered a room where T and N were hanging out. It was exhausting. In the end, I was pretty smitten with her, so I think I was a better host when she returned for another few days’ stay. I hope she forgives me for my overly vigilant behaviour.

Me and my human auntie Sus.

When Sus came back for the second visit, the four of us went on an adventure together. It was a return trip to the Badlands, somewhere we visited in February, but it all seemed different now. Partly because it’s spring instead of winter, but also because I feel so much better riding in a vehicle and can enjoy the journey a lot more than three months ago.

We hiked at Horseshoe Canyon, visited the giant dinosaur, had lunch at our favourite burger place (Bernie and the Boys, if you haven’t been, yum), and took a second, longer walk at Midlands Provincial Park. What a day! I was completely flaked out in my travel crate for the trip home.

Horseshoe Canyon

Me and my girls.

In my last post, I told you about my obsession with balls. Well, I have to confess, it’s not just balls, fetching anything—a ball, a stick, a toy—is pretty much my favourite thing in the whole world. Even better than treats or cuddles, which are right near the top of my things-I-love list. Even better than the other dogs at the dog park. Give me a ball and I am gone.

Well, out in the Badlands, near the Tyrell Museum, there’s a nice fresh water pond. We’d walked about three kilometres on a warm day, so I wandered in to have a drink and cool my feet.

Aaahhh…refreshing.

T asked N if he thought I’d fetch from water. Now, they don’t normally throw sticks for me because, well, I’ll just say it, they need to give me toys they can put away, so I can focus on other things, like going to the bathroom. And sticks are pretty much everywhere, which can be an issue. But, at the Tyrell pond, a stick was all they had.

This was the answer to T’s query about me fetching from water…

I thought fetching on dry ground was fun, but in the water, I never overheat! I could have gone all day! And as an added bonus, I was damp and cool for the return trip to the truck. What a world.

Today we’re headed off on another new adventure for me … something they call camping. I don’t know what that is, but if it’s even half as good as pond fetch, I’ll be one happy doggo. Yahoo.