Three Day Weekends

What in the world is going on? My Sunday is my Saturday. My Monday is my Sunday. And my Tuesday is my Monday? That means I just get more fun days with my Momma. It all started on Friday, that's the day my beautiful Mamma shared her birth with us.Saturday, our plans were to fire up the Silver Taco (the Tacoma) and head out to the beach. We intended to run and burn off some calories. We did not expect there to be high winds and surf conditions making the normally expansive beach just a tiny strip, nor did we know my good friend Zeppelin would be joining us. We saw a rainbow, played in rain, then in bright sun. We played and played until it was time to go because Momma's feet were cold.Today is Sunday. Last night I had overheard James chatting it up with Mamma about a road-trip to Florence, which is almost 50 miles north of us. I knew I would have a great time. I tend to have a lot of fun when we are away from home. And we did! My first encounter for the day was with a 90-pound, twelve-year-old golden retriever named Clancy. He works at a boutique called Splash selling women's apparel. I did my best to be on my best behavior because I wanted Clancy to see how great of a dog I am, and how I can be clam when the pressure is on, especially nose-to-nose.Here I am with James looking out at the Siuslaw River. You would never guess from this picture, but I am actually very camera shy.
Meet my new friend Bullet. He is a 10 week old Basset Hound and is just about the cutest little guy besides my brother Skuzum. We wanted to make sure he had all his shots before we came over to say hello, but I still kept my distance. It is great to see Bullet begin his socialization and be so open to new experiences. He came up to Momma just asking for love. I think Momma almost kidnapped him. In conclusion, this has been a great first 75% of a three-day-weekend. Life on the Oregon coast is good. Live Happy!!!

Monday Elk Party

Back at it again! Monday we came across a pack of majestic elk. I've heard when people run into a pack of elk, it might trip-wire the elk into a frenzy, causing a locomotive to head right at us. We did not want that to happen.

James, Mamma and I were out for our a.m. run in little Mingus Park, just down the street from where we live. We were only a few yards into the wooded part, when to our astonishment we saw three elk in our path. We looked up the hill to our right, and two more were tramping down to follow the other three into the ravine. We approached with caution; we did not want to disturb them any more than we already had, but we did want to continue forward and get our exercise in. James kept vigilant, making sure there wasn't some predator around who had been eying these big meaty delicious elk prior to us joining the scene. Mamma was so happy, and I was not sure how I felt about it, considering all I wanted to do was get a stronger whiff of their musty cologne and butt asteroids.

Momma had my leash and told me it was no big deal, so I remained neutral and was not as excited. I kept myself from going into a frenzy of emotion and behaved calm, knowing all would be okay with Daddy ahead of us taking these pictures. Maybe we saw those elk because we watched Smoke Signals and Running Brave yesterday. Whatever it was, it was amazing to see those giant creatures the size of horses with huge antlers bigger than me, just five blocks from our house. We love you elk!