It's My Birthday!!!!

Today is my birthday! I'm four years old today. Mama says that I have to be a big girl now. Do you know what I did when she said that to me? I cried. I really did. I don't want to be a big girl.

Mama says I can do whatever I want to do today. So, this is what I'm doing....



I love the big bed!

Scout,
The Birthday Girl

We Got Presents!

Mama went shopping and brought us each home a gift.

I got this super cool flashlight that I will use when we walk at night while camping. Isn't it cool? I bet I will really be the talk of the campground if I wear this with my jammies!





Scout received this pink hat.



Who do you think is happier with their gift? LOL




Better luck next time, Scout! LOL

Jack,
The Greyhound Who Can See At Night Now

Loosing Weight Is Hardwork!

Mama and I both need to loose weight. We started taking an extra walk at lunch time this week. We walk to the end of our road which includes going down the "mountain" as our mail lady calls it and then coming back up again. Going down is easy. Coming up is not as much fun. It usually ends up with Jack acting like he is pulling us both up. He takes the lead, then Mama and then me trailing behind. Mama says we look like a train and I'm the caboose.

After we come back from our walk, I collapse on the floor until Judge Judy comes on.

Jack just laughs at me. It's not fair that his metabolism is better than mine.

Mama weighed herself and she gained a half of a pound this week. I refuse to get on the scale. I'm not going to be humiliated like Mama.

Scout
The Greyhound Who Wishes She Had A Faster Metabolism

Our Last Camping Trip?

We camped this past weekend at Hawn State Park. The weather could not have been any better. It was in the upper 70's. This is November! It should be in the 50's. We made our reservations five months ago, so we really lucked out.

Hawn State Park is wonderful. Mama said next year, we should start doing a rating system on the parks we visit. We loved this one because there are so many places to walk. Mama and Daddy liked it for it's beauty. It's full of pine trees and has a creek to play it. I didn't play in it, but Scout did.



On Sunday, we were surprised when some friends showed up from our greyhound group. Blu and Roy were there with their folks. Scout and Blu know each other because they carpooled together all the way from Tulsa to St. Louis. I know Roy from before I was adopted. His Mama does a lot of meet and greets and he joins her from time to time. We walked around with Roy and Blu. Roy, Blu and Scout got in the creek, but I didn't. I don't like water. Mama got me to try it once and I fell in a hole. I thought I was going to die, so no more water for me.

This was the view from our camper. Isn't it pretty? Deer like to play on the rocks.

Here is the sandy area that Scout didn't want to leave. She really wants to have a sand pit at home. I hope we get one. It will be fun to run and play in.


Mama said this could be our last trip of the season. However, if the weather is nice for Thanksgiving weekend, we will camp. Can you imagine camping on Thanksgiving? It will be a first for us.

Jack,
The Camping Greyhound

Reports Of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated by Mark Twain and ....

...Bob, the Beta.

Mama called us into the kitchen and told us that Bob, the Beta, had died. She was sad because she has had him for 3.5 years. That's longer than she has had me. She adopted him after Sami died because she was very lonely. I'm not sure what she thought Bob was going to do for her, but she said he was nice to look at.

Anyway, back to tonight. Mama asked if we wanted to see Bob once last time and we really didn't care, but decided to act interested because she might give us a treat if we shared her sympathy. She moved the tank and then screamed because she saw Bob move. I thought it was because she moved the tank, but no, he was actually swimming. I have to say that Bob doesn't look very good. He's pretty old after all and probably doesn't have much time left, but he is still alive. Mama put his tank back and now we are back to laying on the couch. Life is normal once again.

Jack
The Greyhound Who Really Doesn't Care About Bob