A Day Out

Yesterday we decided to take a day off and go hang out at the state park. I was really excited because we always see snakes and peoples and fishes and turtles and FROGS and TOADS. And my granny had just sent me this story : The Dog Who Loved to Suck on Toads. He licked them for hallucinogenic effect which sounds very exciting.

We got to pack a backpack (to put on the ma ape/pack animal) of things we would want in nature. My stupid sissy brought tennis balls (of course) and her Chuckit. And her floppy tongue. I packed Evo biscuits and bully sticks and I tried to fit some chicken backs in there but the ma ape said they'd get rotten and stinky. Perfect for rolling! But she said no.

Here we are getting ready for our adventure:


Here I am striking out into the forest primeval. I think we were in the Amazon, that place that sends us books and veggie killers and cookware and shoes.


We got to do my sissy's favorite thing in the heat--swimming! Here she is in the lake. She could fetch ALL DAY in the water.


I prefer to play "wading." I CAN swim. I just prefer to cool my belly and relax.


My sissy gets all disheveled after the swimming!


And it's time to shake shake shake!


Shakin' it like a polaroid picture.


And after we walked a million miles I finally got to dig in to my bully stick.


I had deep thoughts as I chewed.


When I'm very tired my ma ape says I get my spacey look. But is she sure I didn't get any of those toads?