This weekend I went camping with my foster brother Miky and my foster parents. Miky said I would have fun and I did. He also said that camping was synonymous with rain and it was. My foster Dad says I ride really well in the car. I don’t know what that means but, I sure like riding in the car. We ate outside and walked on trails. Miky is a tall fawn brindle with sad eyes. I am a sweet small black hound with happy brown eyes and cute ears. I hope to go camping again real soon but, I am glad to be home. I still like the regular routine of our day at home. Miky says he was that way when he first found his ‘forever home’.
I am usually, the first to wake up. Miky, my Foster Mom and I go for a walk in the morning. While we are on our walk the food fairy comes. Breakfast is oh so good. Then Miky and I take a nap. We walk again in the evening. Sometimes we go to Piedmont Park. I think Miky is correct - routine is nice. But, sometimes new adventures like camping are really awesome. I don’t know that I will go camping when I find my ‘forever home’. I really hope - whatever the activities in my ‘forever home’ - I will get to be a part of the action.
Woofie