If I could get the Mom to ride in the back I could ride like this every time!
I'll have to figure that out.
My dog Mom is a Catahoula Leopard Dog, daddy was a travelin' man. Lots of people think he was a black lab. I guess because I have black fur and floppy ears. We'll probably never know.
So, now I live in a city with them and 2 other dogs called "cats" that just will not cooperate with me but I keep trying. Cities are pretty noisy but I'm getting used to it. There is no yard, but they keep promising to take me to a place called a dog park. I'm not sure what that is, but I hope there aren't any of those cat dogs there.
My new Dad writes a blog about peace and my new Mom writes one about art and they decided I should write one, too, if only to keep me busy I guess.
So, here I am, writing about how life looks from a foot off the ground. Life in a city. Life without opposable thumbs. Life in a land called, as far as I can tell, "nonobadoffdown".