Mountain Dogs!

We all went to a cabin in the north Georgia mountains a couple weeks ago, and we had a blast! Well, the ten-hour car ride was a real drag, but once we got there everything was great! I had lots of fun chasing after deer and going for walks in the mountains. In fact, here Gracie and I are ready to go for a walk.


Daddy says we're "saddled up," but I'm not exactly sure what that means. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with those stupid red harnesses. By the way, it won't be long before I chew through mine, though I have to remember to only do that when Mommy and Daddy aren't looking. Chewing on my harness seems to make them mad, but then I have to remind them of my one overriding truth: I'm in charge.

As for the cabin, it was small. I couldn't even get up to full speed inside! But there was a terrific vantage point for me to oversee my new domain! Just look at this view! From that position, I could see any time a squirrel even thought he was going to come onto my property!

Sometimes, Gracie took a turn keeping a look out too. She's still learning to scare off the squirrels, but she's catching on. At the least, it gave me a chance to sneak into the kitchen to see if anything had accidentally fallen on the floor. (Sadly, that doesn't happen all that often.)

At night, we had to cuddle up with Mommy and Daddy extra tight because Georgia wasn't nearly as warm as Florida... and there were some odd growls at night. I wasn't scared, of course, but Gracie got a bit nervous.

So I guess we'll have to go back next year. Daddy hasn't said that we're going, but I know we must be. After all, I've already marked the territory, so it's mine, but how can I verify other dogs are respecting my boundaries if I don't patrol regularly?