I am so excited I can hardly take my eight naps a day.
We are going hiking again. Susan calls it The Great Iowa Adventure. I call it fun.
Gary is packing the truck and I am supervising. Did he get my comfy quilt put on the back seat? Did he put some water in for me? Did he leave lots of room for me to stretch out?
Susan is packing my bag. I'll be a good sport and carry my own water bottles again, even though they bang against my sides when I go fast. And I'll wear my harness and leash. Unless I roll and they accidentally come off.
I also have some meds to take. I had several bloody noses one week. Gary and Susan freaked out! Of course, they seemed more concerned with getting me outside and mopping up all the blood than taking care of my poor nose. Then I had to visit that lady Kylie. She's okay, but she always pokes me with sharp things and looks in my ears and nose and places like that. A dog needs a little privacy! She gave Susan a pokey thing called an Epi pen and when I had another nosebleed, Susan put it in my nose and squirted the medicine out. It worked. The nosebleed stopped. Then Susan started giving me tiny little treats. They're grape flavored and she dips them in peanut butter. I call them delicious, but Susan calls them Benadryl. Anyway, I have quit sneezing so much and have had no nosebleeds for a week.
So we are good to go. I just hope she remembers the deersticks and the tiny bites of cheese. A dog has to keep her energy up when she's on the trail.