Man oh man, am I ever in the naughty corner!
Mom and I went to Terrier Time the other afternoon. It was great - I got to see my island pals, like Honey and Cleo and Savannah and Muffy. The golf course is closed for the afternoon so we get to run around and have a ball.
Speaking of which, I'm the only fella who brings along a ball. The 2-leggeds throw it and lots of the other dogs chase me around. Especially Muffy - the black dog in the bottom of this photo. She looks alot like my pal Bear in New York!
Well, we were chasing the ball on the 9th tee box and ran off the back of the tee box out of sight. When we didn't immediately come back, Mom and Muffy's Dad went looking for us. My favorite orange ball was floating in the lagoon...Muffy was on the bank watching it...and I'd ventured in! My front legs and belly were covered in mud.
It's a good thing I don't like to swim when my feet can't touch the bottom, because just look who sometimes lives in the lagoon!!!!
Mom kept calling me over and over and I wouldn't budge from the edge of the lagoon. It was my favorite ball after all. She tried to lure me with biscuits. Not budging. Finally, Muffy's Dad offered some REALLY good cookies and it seemed clear that Mom wasn't going to wade into the lagoon and get my ball, so I gave up and went for the cookies.
But for the rest of Terrier Time, I didn't have a ball to play with, so I just rolled around in the grass, making all the 2-leggeds shriek at my dirty belly and paws. Muffy and I kept trying to sneak back to the lagoon, but Mom and Muffy's Dad weren't letting us out of their sight.
Needless to say, I got hosed down but good when we got home. And Mom kept petting me all night long, saying "Petey! You would have been a little snack for an alligator!" So I'm in BIG trouble. Bet I'll have to wear my lifejacket to Terrier Time next week, if I'm even allowed off leash.
Maybe I'd better stick to the beach.