Well, still no visit to the vet.  Not that I'm complaining but I'd kind of like to get it over with.

As the boss man mentioned in my tale of devotion, today is the ninth anniversary of my adoption.   As befitting the occasion, Lyle and I had a special supper.  Mmm, steak.  Mmm, ice cream.  I wish I could have steak every day.  Mmmmmmmmmm.  I just wanted to say to my bosses thank you.  A dog couldn't ask for a better boss ma'am and boss man than I have in you.

One of the ways that I knew they loved me right from the start was because they hated going anywhere without me.  There were a couple of short trips where they had to put me in the puppy hotel *shuddering at the thought* but I know they hated doing it.  The boss ma'am especially.  I remember that she would start crying just pulling up to the kennel parking lot.  Fortunately they learned quickly that a trip without the Bit was no vacation at all. 

One of my favorite vacations early on was when we went to the outer banks of North Carolina.  We'd been a pack for about three years when they decided to head to the ocean along with the boss ma'am's family.  It was quite the thing.   We rented a big old beach house.  I'd never seen a house on stilts before and it was something.  Now I'm no water dog but I can't tell you how much fun I had playing in the surf on the beach.  Playing in the ocean is nothing at all like getting a bath.  Oh and I felt like I could just run on the sand forever.   Of course that vacation wasn't all giggles and grins.  Turns out that all BBQ places are not created equal and that some of them you should just avoid.  Or at least the boss man should have.

Mostly they would bring me to Wisconsin to visit family.  Let me tell you the time it takes to drive from Virginia to Wisconsin (and now Kentucky to Wisconsin) is a long time to sit on someone's lap.  Especially if you end up parking on the interstate in Beckley, West Virginia while the snow piles up around you.  The snow was so deep by the time it was done that the boss man had to carry me because it was almost three times my height.  Still, in the end we made it and I'll always look fondly on the trip because that was my first experience with Frozen Custard.  Mmm, frozen custard.  Mmmmmm.  (Did I mention that I'm on the hungry maker again?)

In later years (After Lyle), we started going to Tennessee for our vacations.  Now I don't really mind being in the car but it is really nice when you spend less than a whole day on the road.  Of course, some of the best vacations were when we just decided to stay home to pamper me.

Well, I'm starting to feel a bit sleepy (and hungry) so I'm going to sign off.  Have a great weekend.

TTFN,
Little Bit