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
 
 
