Camp Orientation

I really love to talk and sing, but sometimes I wonder if everyone is understanding what I’m saying…I know they are listening though, this I’m sure, yep.

I was surprised at first when Ben told me that “there was no dogs allowed in the kitchen!”

I think, though, that I’m getting over it especially when he moves the chair away that keeps us out and calls to us, “Time for puppy dinners!” Boy! bits of steak, moist kibble in a stew of chicken and beef broth, sometimes bits of cut up veggies…ummm.

Here I am eating a delicious, what Ben calls, “Puppy Dinner” with my pals Domino, Gyp, and Frieda.



Mom, Dad…whine…Ben got cranky with me when I jumped up and ate the cat food out of their bowls? I mean, it was right there?! Ben put chairs there to keep me from being tempted…oh well…I do check from time to time just in case he might forget and move them back. He doesn’t think I noticed what was hiding in plain sight behind the cat food? Their liquor stash! Who would ever guess?!