It all began before we even left New York! My brother Scout and I were wrassling when Petey showed up. Our Moms' were busy taking stuff down to the car. When they came back up to get us, the Beasty Feast bag with the new toys had been torn open and the new toys were on the floor! Did they blame little squirtball who was busy with the brand new tennis ball? NO! They blamed poor me, Harlan!
Just because I was unjustly accused, Petey got to drive. Of course he took a so-called short cut that got us lost, so he had to pull over and ask for directions.
Scout and I were just happy to look out the window and catch some tasty bugs. Ahhh, the best bugs in the world come from the Adogronacks!
Once we got here, we were romping around on the grass - you don't know what a thrill this is for city dogs who are constantly on concrete! I was executing a particularly dramatic jete into the weeds and tall grasses when I fell into a gopher hole and twisted my leg! Mom thought I might have even broken it, as I let out a big yelp! We called the vet when we got home and she thinks it's probably a sprain. But I've been very stoic all evening as you can see from this photo.
More tricks tomorrow.
Your dignified friend,