Otto learned my trick

I had this move all worked out. First I sit, then give a very slight head lean (not too obvious) full eye contact (very important), and the appearance of being very attentive. It always gets snacks. Always.

Now here comes Otto, and completely aces me out. This means half the snacks (the people never seem to have enough). Here's the little moocher in front, working my moves and looking just as attentive.

Despite his complete theft of my method, he's still a pretty good guy, and we like taking hikes together. We make a pretty good team.

Family reunion

The Lady and the Man took me and MamaLu and Mr. Grumpy to the dog park, and boy did I have a surprise. Otto and Sky and my Daddy were there, so here we all were: MamaLu, Smokey, Otto, Sky and me. Plus Mr. Grumpy. So we were a little clump of weimaraners at the gate and caused quite a commotion.

Here's Otto, or as he is now known, Professor Otto von Wiggle Britches. He lives with his people on the goat farm. He's doing grrrreat, he keeps telling me how fantastic goat poop tastes.

Here's my sister Sky, who lives with her dad Smokey and his person in Bozeman.

And of course, MamaLu, and then Mr. Grumpy.

This is a photo of me in my Man's lap, with Otto's Lady and MamaLu. His lap is awesome and is my favorite place to sit, especially in the car when he's driving.

The Man kept talking about me starting a garden and kept talking about 'face-plants'.

So the Gang was all there, and lots of fun chewing and playing and biting etc. etc just like in the kitchen when we were pups. The Lady and the Man kept talking about how glad they were that Otto and Sky were not still in the kitchen.

There was of course, a lot of running around. I've started following MamaLu further and further away from the people, who keep threatening me with The LEASH, so I come back and check in with them frequently. They always give me treats when I come back, and hey, I was gonna come back anyway. Free treats, who's complaining. Here's us, and as you can tell, MamaLu is putting back on her baby weight.

Mr. Grumpy comes with us, and while he only does one loop and we do two, he's a pretty good trooper. This seems to make the Man very happy.

So here we are, all pooped out (hahahaha) and back on the couch. MamaLu and I are about to snuggle in for the night. Or at least until 2am, when we like to get the people up. We can hold it all night, but it's so fun when they stagger around like that.

Cottonwood hike

I took the Lady and Man for a new walk, to Middle Cottonwood Creek. About three miles, I didn't think it would be a problem for them, we've been going on hikes every day, usually through the boring neighborhood. On the weekends, I can make them take me out for a longer walk. They have realized that I am calmer at night if I am worn out, so that's working. Nothing like going to bed tired. I go all the time without the neck-choking device they call a "leash".

Here's me, in front of course, as I am an Intrepid Leader.

The hike was grrrreat, but could have been warmer.

We were going along fine until we came to the BIG SCARY CREEK, a roaring torrent hellhole the Man says 'wasn't that bad, just shut up and get over here already. Big fraidy cat." So I tried it his way, and promptly fell in, submerged and was swept down water until I realized it wasn't that deep. I shook it off. Little did I know the horror that awaited around the next curve, when the water was even deeper and faster.

The man tried to carry me across a particularly slippery part, and was knee-deep in freezing cold water, and HE fell in and now has a big bruise on his butt. Hahahaha. We crossed the river eventually, and continued on our hike.

We arrived at a lookout point, where I was super close to the edge and the Man pointed to the ground far below and said it was "littered with cracked and shattered bones of other dogs who had gotten too close to the edge and had fallen over and then had to be eaten by bears." Whatever. I backed up. Let him have his little victory. I know they were just sticks, but they were terribly far down there.

So we came to the last bridge, and I made the Man carry me across the log, as by that time, I was tired and wet and wanted to go lay on the couch. Mission accomplished. Unfortunately, the Lady took a photo, which I am sure will be spread all over the internet.

Evening stroll

Blue skies, smiling at me, nothing but blue skies

Drinking Horse with the People

Jenny Lake

Idaho