Favorite Walk: anywhere, and the longer the walk the better
Best Tricks: pretending not to hear the word NO
Arrival Story: We got Domino from our local humane society during their annual open house. It was December 2005 and we were ready to add someone special into our family. The minute I saw him I knew he was the dog for us. The only problem was his name, Dodge. My husband works for General Motors and we couldn't have the competition living in the house. Easy fix, we called him Domino. Why? Well, he is sweet like sugar (Domino sugar), cool like Fats Domino, eats pizza, and oh yea, he's black and white.
I got to spend the day at the beach in Muskegon yesterday. I really, really, really, LOVE THE BEACH! The sun was shining, the sand was warm and there were little waves for me to jump over. Mom had to throw the ball for about three hours. Toward the end she could tell I was tired but I just didn’t want to stop so she threw the ball along the shoreline. I met some nice pups there and I even listened to Mom and Dad. I hope they had as much fun and I did and I hope we get to go again soon. I know it’s a 90 minute drive and gas is $3.89/gal, but gosh darn it, I think I’m worth it.
So . . . Daddy gets home from work a few hours before Mommy and our usual routine is for me to run around the yard while he works in the shop. Yesterday, I had a little extra fun. The pup from next door was over and we running around like crazy, Daddy barely keeping an eye on us when the UPS truck came down the drive. I did the usual bark, bark, bark, but as soon as the driver talked to me I turned into a wagging mess, begging for him to pet me. What can I say, I’m a pushover for attention. The UPS driver was talking to Daddy for a minute so I decided to see if maybe there was a package for me too. Yep, you guessed it; I just hopped on into the truck. I sniffed all the packages, but none had my name on it. Oh well, maybe next time.
Yesterday Mommy finally got around to cutting the grass. It was a great sunny day, but not too hot. Harley (my furiend from next door) came over to play while we watched Mommy exert some physical activity. We were running and barking and having an all around good time and then I noticed them . . . . the DANDELIONS. Little bits of yellowy goodness. I started snacking on them as fast as I could. It was a race between me and the lawn mower as to who could get to them first. Now if you have never eaten a dandelion, don’t knock them until you’ve tried them. I find them quite yummy. I got my fill of flowers, played some more with Harley and did some basking in the sunshine. During all that, the dandelions were working their magic in my belly, fermenting and making dandelion wine. Last night while we were relaxing on the couch the byproduct of fermentation started slipping out. I was farting up a storm and Mommy informs me dandelion farts are quite pungent. I was too tired to notice.