Woo-woo-woo-wooooooooo!
Ok... what the hell is a "yurt"? I don't know, and honestly, I don't really care. All I know, is that I spent 3 sleeps at a lake where there were two of these things, and 11 of my best friends there! I think I have been here before, but we dogs have the memory of, well, a dog. I can't remember where I last peed, let alone the last time I visited a yurt. Regardless, this is pretty much one of the coolest places I've been to - there are plenty of humans to throw the ball for me, I can go swimming any time I want, and there are lots of little critters for me to chase around. There's even mice for me to chase around inside the yurt at night - although, I don't think this was a popular nocturnal activity - but what is a dog to do? I mean, there's frickin' mice running around the inside of the yurt! It would be like having a cold beer waved in front of my human's face - he's going to try and grab it, right?
Let's talk about my favourite past-time... no, not humping. We're talking ball here, all ball. Ball in the water, ball in the grass, ball on the deck... it's an all ball weekend here. I'm telling you, I could hardly contain myself. Sometimes, I get so excited about chasing the ball, my legs shake. But it's not as easy as you might think, chasing the ball. I like to get a head start on the ball sometimes, but these frickin' humans - they sometimes don't throw the ball where I'm heading. I mean, what is up with that? Some kind of cruel human joke? Or maybe it's because the girl humans, well, they throw like girls. I'm half-way down the hill, ready to chase down the ball, but the ball doesn't even come close to me! Or check this one out... what the f--k? How is a guy supposed to get this?
So you're probably wondering what the hell was going on here. Me too. For the life of me, I don't know how I got in this predicament. My human was out in the boat, and so I figured another boat was going out, I got in. But then, we didn't meet up with my human - no, I had to stay with the girls while they jumped in the water and screamed! What is up with that? I mean, I'm in and out of the water, I dunno, a hundred times a day (hard to say really, as I can't count), and you don't hear me screaming. Note to self: next time the girls go out in the boat, run away.
Public Enemy #1
Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard chasing these frickin' little rodents, but I figure that there's only room for one 4-legged king of the yurt, and that's me, baby. Every time I turned around, there was another one - running through the grass, climbing up a tree, even hanging out in the shower! I tell you, this place is like an amusement park - there's boat rides, live animals, and plenty of things to eat (that I'm not supposed to, I mean) - a new adventure every moment. I was like, partying till I puked... which I did. Doesn't everyone?
Anyhow, it is pretty exhausting being me - I should learn from my old pal, Rico. Now he really knows how to relax when he's up at the yurt. That's all for now... later.Lewis
