As a dog, I love adventures. As summer comes to an end, my doggy heart fondly considers some of the fun things I encountered in our travels.
I was nearly swallowed by a fish hotel.
We also encountered a giant Swedish horse (or Dala, as they call it).
Mom has a few small ones of these in her kitchen as she says they represent her heritage.
There was this blue ox named Babe and her master, Paul Bunyan, that I met in Bemidji, Minnesota. I just wish they had a dog for me to play with.
There is a famous factory in Mom’s hometown, and I got to take a tour of it. They make cats of some kind, but I didn’t see any and the ones they make don’t have fur.
We explored Gatlinburg, Tennessee, where the biggest breakfast in town is served.
Then one day while Mom shopped for a new bed, I took a nap in a giant’s recliner.
I enjoy adventures, but sometimes, all I want to do is hang out at home. Mom says I’m becoming a true Southern dog, enjoying our front porch.