Beatrice Blogs: Port Alto Goes To The Dogs

WOOF! This is a photo Mom took of me at Port Alto a few weeks ago. I'm sitting on her lap on the front porch overlooking the bay at Port Alto.

I've been wondering when I would get to go back and she says we're going tomorrow. Must be a reward for bunking at the Animal Inn with Olivia. She snores, you know.

But she doesn't snore as badly as Duchess, SIL's bulldog, who will probably be down there with her. Plus my cousins Dolley and James could be there with Mom's niece, Aunt Sissy, and her daughters.

Port Alto=Freedom from Invisible Fences, leashes, and Real Fences at home. A dog can run around the yards, down the pier and if she's lucky, get invited for a ride on a boat (with a doggie life vest, of course). FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM!

I'm thinking us dogs can take over! We can take on those big dogs across the way if we stick together. A couple of chesty growls from old Duchess would make anyone turn tail and run. Then we can get everyone up as soon as the sun comes up with our own BarkFest! Heh-Heh. That would be fun! Then we can run in circles, sniff up a storm, and have naps until lunch.

Duchess will have to eat the puppy food Mom keeps for me and Olivia down there unless she brings her own. What an embarrassment! All the Big Dog Food in the world won't help her if I decide to run around her in circles and then scoot between her legs and make her fall down. Hah! Just kidding. Sorta.

James and Dolley are Dachsies like me. Last time we were down there I met another Dachsie who lives down the street. That's four dachsies, one bulldog. Dachshunds Rule! Bulldogs Drool!

Uh-oh, I hear Mom coming. TTFN.

Beatrice