You know, I thought I was really getting the hang of this looping thing. Traveling to different stops almost every day. New areas to explore on my jogs with Mom each morning, lots of new friends to meet (both furry and non-furry), and I have totally mastered the jumping on and off the boat thing. But what is this? We docked at a marina as we usually do and Mom and I were headed out on a walk to explore. Dad then shows up in this thing….a golf cart he called it. WHAT? Dad made me get in and sit on the floor (well, I maneuvered to keep my butt on the seat and my forelegs on the floor so I could see where we are going and smell, smell, smell). Hey, this isn’t too bad. Easier than walking, but I can’t stop and share my effervescent scent for my fellow fur friends to know I am here. So, far so good. We even stopped at a ramp and I was able to fetch sticks for a bit in the lake. But then Dad, you know picky Dad, wouldn’t let me sit on the seat next to him as I was wet. Relegated to the back seat Mom and I went. As Dad started off, I almost fell off the back of the golf cart. WHOA!!! Luckily Mom caught me and asked Dad to please not take off so fast. He mumbled something about it is either on or off….whatever. So, I rearranged my body behind Mom, safe and secure. Off we went for more exploring. I got this, whatever you throw my way, Murphy the Master is on it.
