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| Sprague, Washington |
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the hydroplane
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That was quite some trip...lots of time in the car, it seemed but then we stopped in a lot of interesting places. At least they smelled interesting! Mom said that she posted some of our trip on Facebook so I hope I don't repeat too much. We were in 3 states I haven't been to: Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming. You know I've been to Oregon 'cause that's my birth state. (Happy Birthday to Nadine, my breeder.)We stopped at a place in Washington called Indian John Rest Stop just for "old times sake" according to Dad. I guess they always stopped there when going to Granny's house. The next stop was Sprague, Washington and there was this truck pulling what looked like a hydroplane; we had been passing each other back and forth for a while. There it was, "resting" just like us.
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| Dillon, Montana |
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| the wedding quilt |
The weather got pretty cold when we started down the Continental Divide; we were at an elevation we weren't used to. It was snowing for our trip down Highway 15 and sometimes Dad called it a blizzard, whatever that is. I was pretty snug in my crate, besides we have a Subaru so we were good! Then we had something to be grateful for...there, across the highway was a jackknifed semi with a
really long line of cars behind it...we were going the other way. We finally got to Dillon, Montana and Dad started worrying about the rest of our trip...I got to go out in the snow and mess around, almost didn't have time to pee I was so busy... did get snow all over me from sniffing around in the bushes. The next morning our car was not only filthy but covered with ice and snow. Dad talked to a "local" who told us, contrary to what Uncle Pete said, NOT to head over Teton Pass. We followed the local's direction and had a completely uneventful trip to Jackson and then to Teton Village. I didn't get to go to the actual wedding but Mom and Dad said it was beautiful and that Rodeo and Dutch did nice work as ring bearers. They are Brad and Megan's border collies. Nice guys...Dutch likes to run with me. I did meet Maggie Mae who belongs to Uncle Pete's daughter, Jen. Maggie is rather a wild child, of course she's only a year old so that's an excuse. I was perfectly well behaved and polite when we met...she, on the other hand, was pretty excited. That's probably to be expected, after all, I am a Portuguese Water Dog.
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| tracking at Teton, WY |
We had trouble with this blog when we got home so this is a bit disjointed. I'm changing the subject entirely!!! I really made Mom happy this week. Good of me isn't it. She decided we would have Dad do the tracks instead of her...duh...she is getting the message that I don't track her because she's
right there! Monday we went to Luther Burbank Park and Dad did one pretty long track, he even went over a couple of paths which doesn't bother me much. Then, today we went to Marymoor. Remember that lady kicked us out but Mom talked to the lady in the office and we are "good to go". Dad put in this really short track with no treats except at the glove...I was dead on! Then he put in a track that was really long, one leg was about 100yds. That part seemed to be the easiest; one place I did loose the track but got back on. Dad said I was doing better than Mom! She says there is hope! We need to have Mom's friend Sarah give us a track pretty soon so she can tell if we're ready or not to get certified. Mom's going to ask our friend Val to lay a track when we go over to the beach week after next 'cause she does a really good job. See...she has finally figured out I don't track her because she is already there at the end of the line.
Better get this posted so Mom can eat dinner
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LATER,
JUNO
