While the furry beasts were camping the other weekend, I did a little camping of my own.
This is me, camping out on the furry beast cage. I don't normally sleep here, so that's why it's camping.
Look how dry and warm I am.
Meow,
Wilbur
We went camping last weekend. As the old saying goes, it was real, it was fun, but it wasn't exactly real fun. It rained the entire time. Rain doesn't deter Mom though, so she still look pictures of us.
We tried to channel The Thundering Herd with our new tie-out line. The only problem with it was that Dad hooked us to the line with our leashes and our leashes got super gross with dirt and water. I don't think we had been home for five minutes before Mom had the leashes in the washing machine. Next time, Dad is going to use something else to hook us to the line.
At one point, Mom looked over and saw Steve giving himself a pawticure in his water bowl. I think he looks pretty zen.
We were able to do some hiking near the campground, where the forest was thick enough that we didn't feel the rain drops. We crossed a trippy-trap bridge, but the little camera had some problems with the picture since it was dark in the forest.
We also found some huge trees that had fallen over. For some perspective, look how tiny Steve and I look on the top of this tree!
Next we came upon a river. It had some pretty good rapids. We were doing a lot of thinking next to the river, as you can tell in the picture.
Finally, we found this tree that was sort of hollow in the middle. Mom tried to get us to pose in the tree, but as usual, it didn't quite go as she had planned for me, but Steve was the perfect model.
After the hiking, we retired to the tent, or as I like to call it, the giant crate. I quickly claimed my spot.
I don't know what Steve was thinking because he laid down on the floor instead of on the other cot.
We're going camping again in a few weeks and Mom sure hopes it doesn't rain all weekend next time!
Kat
I've been learning how to roll over. I was going to edit this video to just show you my last two attempts, so you would think I have it down perfectly, but Steve said that the first tries were some of the funniest, so I should share those too.
What I like about roll over is that when I am done rolling, Mom gives me a piece of cheese. Cheese is one of the most tasty things ever invented, at least that's what I think.
Steve cannot roll over, due to his froggie doggie style. Mom has tried a lot with him but he is just stuck in his ways.
Kat
My dad likes to play golf. Usually he disappears for a while and then comes back saying he has been playing golf. I wondered what golf was, so I took Stormy's golf class in the School of Siberian Studies. It was quite helpful, but I didn't really get it until the other day when Dad was practicing in the backyard.
Check it out! It turns out that when dads play golf, they just hit cuzes around! Can you believe it? I don't know why I haven't gotten to go with Dad when he plays golf since I love to chase cuzes. Stormy, does Dave know this is what your dad is doing? I know Dave likes to chase things too, so maybe he should hit the course next time your dad heads out.
Kat
It's official! We're a house full of Canine Good Citizens! I passed my test this afternoon, joining Steve among the ranks of the certifiable. Wait, is that a good thing?
To celebrate, we went to get ice cream.
Here's Dad ordering two vanilla cones.
He was really happy to order ice cream for his Certified Good Girl.
Steve kept an eye on Dad to make sure he ordered everything correctly. Steve was also hoping for some chicken nuggets, but that didn't happen.
Here's me peeking through to tell the drive-thru lady to pile a lot of ice cream on the cone.
Yes! Ice cream!
And Steve, who's an ice cream eating blur.
I think you should all go get ice cream to celebrate too!
Kat
Mom finished my blanket over the weekend. Remember how she made Kat a blanket and Kat modeled it out on the grass? Well, since it's raining like crazy here, I had to model my blanket in the living room. It's not quite the same but hopefully you can get the idea.
Here I am trying out how the blanket works for laying down.
That worked pretty well, so I tried just a sit.
Finally, a close up of my handsome face.
I'd say that my blanket is pretty nice. It does have a lot of pink, but I'm pretty secure with my boyness, so I'm good with the pink.
Steve
PS. Wilbur has a blanket too, but hasn't cooperated for pictures yet.
