I go to the farm

…. but mom forgot her camera.  Too bad!

On Sunday after Mom came home we got in the car (I got the back seat) and drove and drove and drove.  We drove on a big road for a long time.  When I looked around, I saw there was a lot of space to run — more than I had ever seen before.  I didn’t know where we were headed, but I was patient and waited until we stopped in front of a little white house. 

I got out of the car and sniffed the people who lived there.  There were some awfully good smells coming out of the kitchen.  And I made sure to sniff everything in the living room, to make sure it was ok.  I ran upstairs and downstairs to check out the whole house, and then sat under the table while they ate dinner.

After I ate we were all sitting in the living room and I was playing with a ball, when all of a sudden more people were standing at the door making a loud noise!  And three of them were Boys!  They were nice boys and they wanted to pet me a lot.  I felt like a Very Important Dog when they petted me, so I sat just as straight and as still as I could.

Everyone else ate cake and ice cream and Mom seemed happy.  I was glad about that.  Then we all went upstairs and went to sleep.

The next day we went to ANOTHER house, out where all the running space was.  There was a bigger house and lots of big buildings.  I sat behind Dad’s chair, just because it felt better to do that. 

Then we went to one of the big buildings where a Strange Man showed us something in the corner.  There was a cat and five little furry things that looked kind of like big furry rats!  I didn’t think they were cute.  Actually, I think they looked yummy.

One of them ran out toward me, so of course, I started to scoop it upin my mouth, until mom yelled at me, so I dropped it.  Then SHE picked it up, and she acted like she LIKED it.  She petted it a little, even.  Weird.

I really wanted to see those furry little things again, but Mom wouldn’t let me.  I don’t know why.

I hope I get to go back there again.  There was so much space to run, and I could hear and smell other Dogs around, so it must be Good.

And there were Boys.  Boys are always good

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My Easter

I got a bath so that I would smell good.  I’m not sure what the big deal is about smelling good, but Mom seems to think it is important.

 People came over one Day.  They ate food and petted me and played with me.  The Boy came over too.  It is always a good day when the Boy comes over.

No food fell on the floor.  Oh, well!  I still got dinner.

The next day I went to church, just to visit.  I met a few people.  One lady Mom particularly wanted me to meet.  At first I was shy, but after a little while I decided to let her scratch my tummy.

Her dog died recently.  She needed a tummy to scratch.  I was glad to do it.  It’s one of my jobs.

I wish people would realize that these things are important.  Dogs do.  We realize that one of our jobs is to let people scratch our tummies.

My New Year’s Resolutions

Silly!  Dogs don’t have New Year’s resolutions!  We live in the moment.  We don’t regret the past.  We don’t hope to do better.  We know we are always doing our best.

 We do anticipate good things, though, especially tummy rubs, ear scratches, catching balls and food, food, food.

 So, I am anticipating:

more tummy rubs, more naps, more running in the neighborhood and getting to know Other Dogs, more games of catch, and lots more food!  Maybe even gravy!  Or eggs!  who knows!

I am anticipating a little lefse or toast if mom will just leave them out by mistake sometime.

I am anticipating rides in the car.

I am anticipating visits from The Boys.

What are you anticipating?

Hello world!

Hi, I’m Scout.  I’m a dog.  My mom blogs, and I want to too.

 I am a golden retriever and husky mix.  I am just under three years old.  I am very smart and nice, and I like food, running, squeaky toys, running, being around dogs, being around people, and food.

What do you like?