Okay, so in the past when the two caretakers (who by the way have fund some of the bones I had buried because of the melting snow) have gone on a holiday I get placed in the fine care of one of Tahoe's finest kennels and even though I might not like it there's always a new bitch that is sometimes boarded nearby. However.......this time around I was able to travel with the two who walk and feed me (I don't know their names but they eat the same food together and never eat what I eat). I had never been in that device that moves on wheels for such a long time but when it did stop I had to mark everything in case I was left in this strange area. The first night I stayed in some place called 'Malibu' which I think means "expensive bones" or "little tea cup poodle" judging by the size of the canines down here. I was also treated to my first ever view of a body of water that was not Lake Tahoe. This body of water not only tasted salty but there were like these huge waves that I had never seen before! From my balcony (I don't think I was supposed to be in this room because there were no other canines to be found) I could almost taste the spray that came from these waves. It truly was incredible. Not only did I get to bark at these waves but the loudness from their crashing was something I had never experienced before.
I ran along the shore to see how far this body of water stretched but as usual I was hauled back in by that leash device which limits my ability to so leave my caretakers in the dust (well, in this case sand). The best part I liked about staying in Malibu was that I had my own bed! Apparently the room on the beach came with two beds and although I stayed on their bed once the caretaker with the guitar started snoring I immediately jumped over to the other bed and soon started snoring myself.
The sheets were to die for and I had my own pillows for once. I wish I could have stayed here longer. After a day or so visiting with the snoring one's mom in a place where people seem to move slower than my ability to get dogfood, I found myself at The Grand Canyon. Talk about a place for burying bones wow!
This place was truly incredible (that's the language my human caretakers kept calling it) and there was no way I could have marked my territory here. First off it was very large and second I didn't have enough pee. I spent a lot of time in that metallic vehicle sticking my head out the window but at 75 mph (sometimes 80 even) made it rather difficult to sniff for anything worthwhile.
I did look forward though to getting a routine down and realized every time this motorized contraption came to a stop it meant I got to get out and sometimes I was able to run around all over the place and other times go wading in an ice cold creek. I really had a good time but was happy to be back home and sleep in the same place even if it did mean sharing the bed again.
Okay, so in the past when the two caretakers (who by the way have fund some of the bones I had buried because of the melting snow) have gone on a holiday I get placed in the fine care of one of Tahoe's finest kennels and even though I might not like it there's always a new bitch that is sometimes boarded nearby. However.......this time around I was able to travel with the two who walk and feed me (I don't know their names but they eat the same food together and never eat what I eat). I had never been in that device that moves on wheels for such a long time but when it did stop I had to mark everything in case I was left in this strange area. The first night I stayed in some place called 'Malibu' which I think means "expensive bones" or "little tea cup poodle" judging by the size of the canines down here. I was also treated to my first ever view of a body of water that was not Lake Tahoe. This body of water not only tasted salty but there were like these huge waves that I had never seen before! From my balcony (I don't think I was supposed to be in this room because there were no other canines to be found) I could almost taste the spray that came from these waves. It truly was incredible. Not only did I get to bark at these waves but the loudness from their crashing was something I had never experienced before. 
I ran along the shore to see how far this body of water stretched but as usual I was hauled back in by that leash device which limits my ability to so leave my caretakers in the dust (well, in this case sand). The best part I liked about staying in Malibu was that I had my own bed! Apparently the room on the beach came with two beds and although I stayed on their bed once the caretaker with the guitar started snoring I immediately jumped over to the other bed and soon started snoring myself. 
The sheets were to die for and I had my own pillows for once. I wish I could have stayed here longer. After a day or so visiting with the snoring one's mom in a place where people seem to move slower than my ability to get dogfood, I found myself at The Grand Canyon. Talk about a place for burying bones wow!
This place was truly incredible (that's the language my human caretakers kept calling it) and there was no way I could have marked my territory here. First off it was very large and second I didn't have enough pee. I spent a lot of time in that metallic vehicle sticking my head out the window but at 75 mph (sometimes 80 even) made it rather difficult to sniff for anything worthwhile.
I did look forward though to getting a routine down and realized every time this motorized contraption came to a stop it meant I got to get out and sometimes I was able to run around all over the place and other times go wading in an ice cold creek. I really had a good time but was happy to be back home and sleep in the same place even if it did mean sharing the bed again.
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