Scout and Harlan's people are getting married in August on their 200 acres of woodlands and we're going up to help get it ready. That means lots of time off leash, splashing in creeks, rolling in the grass—he-man dog bliss. As if a 5-hour car ride wouldn't be fun enough!!! (I LOVE cars!!!)
If it were just me and Scout, it would be heaven on earth. But unfortunately, Harlan's coming, too. Harlan's now all grown up now but he still acts like a puppy. And instead of respecting me as an elder, he treats me like a big stuffie. My poor ears ache at the thought. I'll have to show him what a Terrierist he's dealing with! Scout used to give me noogies when he was a pup, too, and now he's a respectable dog, so maybe there's still hope for Harlan. Grrrr!!!! Woof!