It’s been a big timeunit since I did a post. Dad says I’ve got a block in my blogging, but he insures me that it’s pretty common to not do a post regularly. Few! But, be that as dismay, I really do need to catch up… the last post (accidentally, Dad says that “The Last Post” is also the name of a tuna that’s played on a buggle (?) at rememberance day ceremonials. It sounds pretty sadly, and makes people think about soldiers that fell down during stupid fights between countries. I’m not sure why they fell down, but it seems like something to avoid. Oh poople! I’m digresting again. Sorry.) that I posted was about being in the up state at Woody and Millie’s fixer upper. Geepees! Lots have happened since that once time.
Frinstance, we went again to Montauk and I got to hang out with Nate (that’s Nate in the picture with me) and Reece (not in the picture with me, only because I didn’t look so good in the picture with the two of them), and everyhuman says stuff like, “Look at that little guy. He thinks he’s one of the big dogs!”. I mean, darf! In the words of some olden, dead French philanderer or somesuch: “I think I’m a big dog, therefore I am a big dog.” I could bark on to youÂ at length about French humans and bulldogs… don’t get me started.
Anywhich, it sure was great to be there. Each morning and some evenings, we would go down to the place where that saltish water comes right up on the sand and have a good old tussle. The place has a name kind of like “bitch” but the humans didn’t like to use that name, since every time they did, Nate would go nuts and start wanting to go there. I could run around an go crazy like a proper Jackie. My dad didn’t put my leashy on much more than about once on the whole trip, and normally he carried me down the that watery-sandy bitch-sounding-place in his arm while we were on a two-wheel riding car with no motor but foot rests that went around and around. When we got near the place he would let me down on the earth again, and I would run very fast in front of his riding car, until we got to the staircase to the sandy-watery spot. What a view!
The dogs that the humans called big would run into the wavey water chasing Nate’s orange boy-toy. As much as I like to play with those other dogs, you wouldn’t catch me getting in the there, no Suri. I don’t like the wavey water, plus I figure I’m going to get my fur coat all salty and then have to have a shower. I really really don’t like that showering. But guess what? My dad would still shower me off, just for good measures, he said. I get so maddened when I get showered, but it feels so good when it’s over… I go fricky silly and run about as if I’m mentally derailed.
Dad says he’s going to put up some photopictures (and some that are moving too on the my YouTube movies page) from our trip, so watch out for them. In the nowtime, though… it’s good to be back with you bloggees.