Make room for Whitley

We went camping last weekend at Pace Bend Park on Lake Travis, and we had so much fun. Bud and I ran all around and sniffed every plant. Beware of prickly pear cactus, they have pokers that hurt when you sniff them. We ran around all day and night. Sat by the campfire and could go to the bathroom when ever we had the urge. We met some other dogs and their families as we walked around the park. The water was a little chilly, but played so much that we didn't even notice.

At bedtime Bud and I had to sleep on the feet of our family. We didn't like that. We all got in the tent and my family wiggled into some bags, but never told me where to sleep. I just sat there, waiting for them to make me a bed. Nothing!! They finally told me to lie down and I rested my head on my mom's legs. She kept disturbing my sleep all night.  Bud started getting cold. He said that he was going to climb into one of those bags. He started shaking and Mom opened the bag and let him in. I can't shake like he does, so I could not get in.

I loved the camping, but the sleeping part needs to change. Bud kept running to the vehicle to go home to his bed, but I didn't complain and enjoyed Pace Bend.

Mardi Gras Krewe of Barkus

Beginning our first Parade...

My new Mardi Gras Krewe friend after the Parade

How not to ride in a car

Whenever I ride with brother Bud, he always gets into trouble. He is up and down jumping from window to window, barking, crying, and being annoying.

I love to ride in the car because I know that I shall be going somewhere fun. Mother asks me to sit and I do and just look out the back window. But when Mr. Bud comes with me, he won't stay on his side and keeps pushing me around. Only a few minutes into the drive we starts to cry because he misses home, and he will not stop crying no matter how much mom and dad try to calm him down.

We used to be able to sit right next to them, but because of Bud's behavior we have to lie down on the hard mat in the back of the vehicle. Plus they put bars up in the back so that Bud won't bother them.

He always enjoys when he get there but he just HATES to ride. I guess that I shall just suffer through it since I love to play with him so much.

Visiting the bars at such a young age

Last weekend we went to Little Woodrows in Midtown where I normally get to meet other dogs as my family sits and drinks this yummy stuff called BEER. But last weekend there were no dogs but plenty of people cheering and drinking yummy BEER.

As my family watched the glass box with people running on it, lots of people came up to me and loved on me, and even one gave me some BEER.  BEER is really good. I had tasted it before when no one was looking. But my family caught me and gave me the clear, clean liquid called water.

I warn you that not all clear liquid is the same. As a puppy, I saw this glass with ice and what I thought was water. It was NOT water. My family called it a martini and it was nasty; I shook my head and ran to my momma.

Back to the BEER the man let me drink lots of beer. My family kept telling me NO but I pretended like I didn't hear. Everyone kept loving on me and guy would sneak me some BEER. After awhile the beer and too much attention, I started getting scared. I hid behind my family's legs, and peaked out when it was clear. 

Finally we went back home, and I was sure tired and fell right to sleep. Be caution of BEER and overly friendly people. It can make you feel kind of funny.