First I had a soaring thought that we might be siblings, maybe even twins. When you are adopted you always wonder if there's another dog running around with your same genetic makeup.
In my bluffside roamings, I will continue to search for that mirror-image self. I will never give up hope.
I was busy with my squirrel work, when Pookie came by.
My first run with my trainer started on a positive note.
Within fifty yards I had learned something about myself: I don't like to run.
Unless I am sprinting home to my mama, that is.
Actually, Charlie does know a lot about fitness.
In fact, I'm trying to convince him to be my healthy lifestyle coach. I'm sure I would slim down if he trained me to run cross-country with him.
He is not enthusiastic -- he says I have short legs and will get tired too fast and mess up his runs.
But he will give me a chance.
If my family really loved me, they would commission a rug like one of these:
I think a seaside theme would be nice, with me in a heroic pose against the green bluff, and a blue border to represent the ocean.
I've been working on some interpretive dance moves. Here's one I did to "The Sound of Music:"
I go to the hills when my heart feels lonely.
Recently, a dogwalker has been coming by the bluff with her charges.
