At 9am it's barely 60F degrees in Gumlog, Georgia. Gumlog is near the South Carolina border, 110 miles northeast from the Atlanta airport up I-85 or 150 miles southwest down I-85 from the Charlotte, North Carolina airport.
While I enjoy all modes of transportation and have been lucky to have been on most available forms, I admit, I love my rolling wheel estate, also known as a mini-motorhome or Class C, best of all modes. Sometimes I wish I had a chauffeur, but mostly it's just me and the dog.
Bow wow to the ball...
Harley dog is learning to play ball. Well, he has always played ball since I first introduced him to such a marvelous delight. Problem is, he prefers to play by his whims rather than by human rules, such as go catch the ball, bring it back to the human, drop it, so the human can throw it again. This is new to him. But he has recently learned to actually play fetch and return the ball to be thrown again.
Sometimes.
He is cold today, bundled up in his blue sweater, courtesy of Baxter and Bailey in Ohio. They are dachshunds that used to wear this sweater, then out grew it, so they gave it to Harley. He loves it. Reminds him of his friends.
I put a throw rug on the bench for him. His wittle paws were cold. If I sit on the bench too, throwing the ball, he races to bring it back to the bench. We do this 50 times a day. But if I move somewhere else, he won't bring it back. He changes the game to "catch me if you can" as he races just out of reach with the treasured ball.
He wants to drag out his puppyhood as long as possible. Maybe he will always be playful. He sure is a goofy little dog!
He's been loads of fun to have around to help me with my workamping duties. He is one lucky dog to have a volunteer job as a bark ranger.
NOTE: Blogger may have made a mess of my formatting. I will have to look into this. *sigh* If anyone can help, Email me.
While I enjoy all modes of transportation and have been lucky to have been on most available forms, I admit, I love my rolling wheel estate, also known as a mini-motorhome or Class C, best of all modes. Sometimes I wish I had a chauffeur, but mostly it's just me and the dog.
Bow wow to the ball...
Harley dog is learning to play ball. Well, he has always played ball since I first introduced him to such a marvelous delight. Problem is, he prefers to play by his whims rather than by human rules, such as go catch the ball, bring it back to the human, drop it, so the human can throw it again. This is new to him. But he has recently learned to actually play fetch and return the ball to be thrown again.
Sometimes.
He is cold today, bundled up in his blue sweater, courtesy of Baxter and Bailey in Ohio. They are dachshunds that used to wear this sweater, then out grew it, so they gave it to Harley. He loves it. Reminds him of his friends.
I put a throw rug on the bench for him. His wittle paws were cold. If I sit on the bench too, throwing the ball, he races to bring it back to the bench. We do this 50 times a day. But if I move somewhere else, he won't bring it back. He changes the game to "catch me if you can" as he races just out of reach with the treasured ball.
He wants to drag out his puppyhood as long as possible. Maybe he will always be playful. He sure is a goofy little dog!
He's been loads of fun to have around to help me with my workamping duties. He is one lucky dog to have a volunteer job as a bark ranger.
NOTE: Blogger may have made a mess of my formatting. I will have to look into this. *sigh* If anyone can help, Email me.
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