It’s Not My Fault

It’s all Mrs. S’s fault I have gone missing. No I wasn’t lost this time in the desert but from blogging. I needed her help on writing and she’s been too busy going on five field trips with her company. Yes, I said five and I wasn’t invited on even one. Lucky Mr.C and Mrs. S  did take me to Tombstone right before the company came. Mrs. S thought Mr.C should get out of the house more now that he was using just a cane.

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I couldn’t wait to get started. Mrs. S told me about the bitter fight between the Earps and Clantons and the big shoot out at OK corral. I was really disappointed there wasn’t a big show to see in the street.

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Now you have to go inside a building to see where this big fight took place. I was not allowed inside.

But there was lots to look at.

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I thought a ride on the stagecoach might be fun but we found out dogs weren’t allowed to ride even though Mrs. S said I’d be very good.  Something about I might scare the horses. But I was thinking they were bigger than me and I was scared of them.

Mr.C found a really nice dog friendly spot to eat.

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They were ready for me with a big bowl of cold water and a milkbone. I was thirsty and made a mess.

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After lunch we found a mine tour to go on that was dog friendly. It was cooler underground but I thought it was too scary and awfully dark.

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On our way out-of-town we went to the famous Boot Hill. I did not get why it was such a big deal.

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Mr.C and I went to the gift shop and looked around while Mr. S took a lot of pictures. She said you’d know what they were all about. I didn’t understand who was killed and why. You’d think they all could get along.

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The ride back put me to sleep. There was not much to look at.

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I was happy to be back to the house playing with my ball. If you roll it just right a kibble or two comes out.

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For the time being a trip to Anamax Bark Park is all I need.

Love, Bella

P.S. Good News-Mr.C does not need a cane anymore. I’m hoping he can start taking me on walks now.


Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice!

Mr. C has graduated. No I don’t mean from a school but he has gone from crutches to a cane.  I remain hopeful he will be able to go back to taking me on walks real soon. He is practicing every day by walking a few blocks with me and Mrs. S.

Today at the dog park Mrs. S got knocked over by a big dog who wanted my ball. She didn’t see him charging for the ball that she was going to throw for me. She is fine but then I got to thinking. What if something happened to Mrs. S who would take me out for my walks?

I have to give some credit to Mrs. S who has been trying to think up fun stuff for us to do. Sunday we went to the Saguaro National Park. It was a real safe trip for me as Mrs S drove the nine mile loop through the desert. We saw these enormous cacti from inside the van. I liked the idea we were safe from any of those scary desert critters.


I thought these cacti were funny looking with all their arms.


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Mrs. S was busy yakking about all the things she thought we should know about cacti. It did surprise me that some cacti can live 15-300 years, be as tall as 66 feet and weigh up to 4, 800 lbs. if full of water.

I must have been good on this field trip as I overheard Mr. C and Mrs. S talking about going on another trip and taking me. The place has a funny name called Tombstone. Do you think it means a lot of dead people are buried there in tombs?

Love, Bella