Pretty in Pink -- for the Summer

Yesterday I reminded Mom that she has been neglecting my blog, and hasn't posted anything new since May! Because I had just gotten back from a visit to Angela's doggie spa, we headed outside for a picture. I got my hair cut a little shorter than usual this time so I would be in good shape for 2 weeks of camping and vacation.

Mom did promise to take lots of pictures and record my travels as we head out for the summer. Check back for reports and pics.

BRR means . . . . .

BRR really means "Blue Ridge Rally", a rally of tiny TAB trailers organized by Sharon Sigmon in the beautiful  Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. Mom forgot to tell me that, because when I got there, I thought BRR stood for BaRRRRRRRRRRking ALLOWED!

We drove to the rally through some of the worst storms ever recorded in the southern states, and arrived at 1:00 AM. We were so tired that when the campground sirens went off at 1:30 AM and most campers headed for the bathroom, I slept right through it.

TV 13, a station in Ashville, NC came out to the campground to video a news segment on our tiny trailers. The cameraman caught a look of me doing my dead dog gag and filmed it for the station's Facebook page. Here's a link:

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=212906475403813

From my point of view, the rally was a doggie success -- here are some of the new friends that I met. (My mom did not do a very good job of getting around and getting pictures of all the doggies that showed up; there were over 12!)



 

Jazz




Bosco



 

Scout



Tink's flock. They moved and lit up and did everything but . . . . BARK!



Spencer & Nancy



Spencer and I got caught wearing matching backpacks around the campground!

Mom couldn't let the weekend go by without plopping me down on a fence rail.



The PANDATESE

Did you hear I won 3rd place

in an extreme grooming contest?

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                                                 APRIL FOOLS !

Little Farm by the River

Our camping season finally began this weekend with our first trip to Little Farm by the River RV Resort near Rising Sun, Indiana.

Our campsite was right on the Ohio River.  That is me on my picnic table with a view of the river -- and across the river is Kentucky.

The weather was a mix of rain and sun and wind and cold!

I ditched the long-john pjs I have been wearing all fall and winter, in favor of my new (store-bought!) designer wear by Martha Stewart.

Last time I had my hair done, Mom told Angie I was growing my bangs out and not to cut them. This picture shows that I might need to reconsider having the bangs trimmed and styled a bit -- or opt for a top-knot bow to keep them out of my eyes!

We're home now -- but I fear there is a bath in my very near future!

The End of the Line

It's a real problem when there is only one tree!

Patron of the Arts

I have always been a fan of the arts  -- 

especially when the subject is yours truly!

"Hold still, Charlie, hold still!"

"Somebody get a comb and fix that hair!"

"Put that ear back up, Charlie!"

No wonder I prefer the camera over the brush!

Up a Tree OR Out on a Limb!

I have no idea why I enjoy being up in a tree, or posing on a ledge, a wall, or a rock so much! It started on an extended camping trip to the National Parks of the Southwest: Grand Canyon, Zion, Bryce, Canyonlands, Arches, Petrified Forest and Capital Reef. Mom would carefully set me in position, and I would see the camera -- throw up my ears and hold the pose!





Mom is sometimes afraid she will be turned in for animal endangerment, but most people looking at the pictures can tell that I love what I am doing!