WOOF! Beatrice here. While Mom is cleaning up in the kitchen after Portia, DK and Babs came for dinner tonight, I thought I'd tell you about my adventures this 4th of July weekend.
We all went down to Port Alto. Olivia came with us because Portia and DK were visiting his parents for the weekend. We had a great time! SIL's bulldog Duchess was there for us to pester. Plus there were lots of other dogs since it was a big holiday. Olivia took out after a boxer and was the worse for it, so every time I saw that dog I'd give it what for.
Friday afternoon there were a bunch of little boys playing baseball with their dads. They had these great plastic balls with holes that I could really get my teeth into! The dad who was pitching let me play shortstop. That was really fun. The dad said he was afraid I'd be too short to make the big K9 League, but what does he know?
I'm as patriotic as the next dachshund, but let me tell you that the fireworks were way too loud for me and Olivia. We got really upset so QG and El Jefe had to sit with us in the bedroom with the windows closed and the TV on to distract us. When they heard there would be even more fireworks on the next evening, they decided to take us home.
Thank you! We had a nice nap in the car and have been recovering from running around, sniffing, taking boat rides, being petted by toddlers and generally adored by all the grown-ups.
Olivia just went home, so I'm ready for a nice evening nap now. Whew! It's hard being a dog sometimes.