Ok, so this weekend we had what Eric called a 'Photo Op'. It involved a bunch of 'sitting' and 'staying', but it came with a lot of praise and some treats later. I love being outside, being that I'm a birddog, so it wasn't much of a sacrifice. I still need some reminding to sit when commanded, but I know all the right stuff.

I'm really birdy, too. I get all twitchy when those abominable barn swallows go swooping around, and I try really hard to run after anything with wings. As soon as I can graduate from 'sit', 'stay' and 'come', my first Big lesson is going to be 'woah doggy'. That means something with birds, but I'm not sure what yet.

Mostly I'm happy to still be home and crated by the air conditioning vent. I have a thing called Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, that comes from ticks, and Eric says I'm like hugging a hot water bottle. I get pills every day for it, but I'm getting pretty handy at finding them in the peanut butter and spitting them onto the floor. Eric has to keep inventing new ways to get me to take my pills. I also have a thing called Lyme disease which is also from ticks. I'm not sure, but it sounds like ticks are bad. I wish I didn't like playing in the tall grass so much.

Well, here's some pictures of me from this weekend. I sure like the sun on my face and playing in the grass. We go walking up and down on the grass, and then because it's been so hot, we all get to splash around in the kiddy pool.