This time, they even put me behind bars while I was there:
Okay... if I'm honest... The Gulag is not that bad. I can't get up on any ol' piece of furniture, like at home, but I can get up on the loveseat. And I love my auntie and my uncle that I stay with.
And... I got to have a lot of play time with my cousin, as you saw from the one picture yesterday.
I like playing with my cousin.
Except when he tries to herd me and chews on my legs. I am not a cow, Mr. Corgi Pants! (Even if I do like to eat grass now and then...)
Speaking of which - I love their grass! It's the best, and we have NONE at my house.
For your Mirth Watch Thursday pleasure, here's a cute little video of us playing bitey face in the shade. It was stinkin' hot, and there was only a tiny patch of shade on the grass, so I stuck to it!
Did you see Reg try to go in the sun? And me push him back in the shade? I don't like to be too hot!
So, okay. All in all, it wasn't that bad at The Gulag. You wanna know what the real worst part was?? Guess what my parents brought me after a whole week without me at the beach?? Nada! That's right... nothin'!
I should have been mad at them when they FINALLY got back home... but... I couldn't help it. I barked at first, but then when I saw that it was them... well, I admit that I kissed my Momma more than I've ever kissed her. And I might have even kinda cried a little bit.
I can't believe I just admitted that. **hangs head** I'm going to turn things over to Momma now.
The Momma here... Just gonna share a bit about our trip. We're pretty boring so we did the same thing pretty much every day - long walk by the beach in the a.m., then the hubs would go for a long swim, while I walked along and kept lookout for sharks**:
|The hubs, swimmin' with da' fishes.|
We were pretty boring, but it was totally relaxing! And so pretty!
We had to take some selfies, 'natch. (We've been taking this same selfie pose long before "selfies" was a thing. Like, before digital even. And, I know... selfies - it's a terrible term. It just sounds... wrong. Like something you do in private, but whaddya gonna do. That's what these kids are calling it today. Also, to be hip and timely - which I NEVER am - I did some hot dog legs, but since we forgot to also take companion shots of the actual hot dogs we bought, it seems pointless to post the hot dog legs shots.)
|Seriously... been doing this since at least the early 90s.|
Same as the last time we went, we saw a lot of cute dogs on the beaches, but we rarely bothered to take our camera/phone to the beach with us. (We are not folks who need to be constantly "connected.") But I did manage to get this fun shot of a paddle-boarding pooch:
|Hang sixteen, little dude!|
* This is a running joke between us and my sis. We've been trading dog-sitting for years, and our house is always The Spa (no rules) and their house is always The Gulag (only because of a few rules).
** There have been a few shark attacks in Hawaii this year (although supposedly no more than is normal) and, tragically, a young woman recently passed away after a shark attack in Maui. We were a little - okay, a lot - freaked out about this. Last year, the hubs would go for looooong swims, way out and off around bends and into little coves all by himself while I walked or read or generally did my own thing. Not this year! He stayed close to shore and I walked and kept "shark watch." Unfortunately, I accidentally had him swim at the exact location where the young woman was attacked. Yikes! Did not realize that until a day or two later. I know the odds are slim - but it's scary stuff. Especially for me, because I already have a phobia about fish touching me.
This got crazy-long, but, hey, it's mostly pics! Happy Mirth Watch Thursday!
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