Thursday, July 19, 2007

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Off to Camp We Go



Mom packed up the rental car and they were off to Vermont for a week of fun in the sun (and rain). Who knew there was a place solely devoted to people having fun with their dogs? Scout met lots of nice people and dogs. Like Lori, Dennis and Riley and Melanie and Shannon. In years to come he would also become friends with Lin and Sadie as well as a whole host of others (well, as much as Scout can become friends with anyone that is).

He would also learn lots of new things, like the joy of chasing a plastic bag on a string; how to fake it enough to become a certified Therapy dog; how much fun agility can be; and the art of relaxation.











Needless to say, Mom returned to work a much happier person.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

In the Beginning


In the beginning there was Scout, and he was happy, and it was good. He came from Sebastapol, CA in a big airplane with his brother all the way to New York City. He was very brave and very noisy. His new mom picked him up at the airport. Took him to an apartment five stories up and hoped he would adjust. Oh, well not everything is as it seems. By day 2 Mom was weeping on the floor and Scout was screaming like nobody's business. Thankfully a nice lady who knew all about Tibetan Terriers told mom to get out of the house and leave the screamer to his own devices. It didn't stop Scout from screaming, but it did ensure that he would not be put back on the plane to California.

Slowly but surely Scout and Mom came to an understanding. You take me to work and I won't scream. Leave me home alone and I will. So, Scout entered the world of advertising. He spent lots of time in everyone's garbage can, but they only got upset when he stole food off their desks. It was a very nice life. But Mom worked a lot and didn't take vacations and all the people who worked for her thought she was getting very mean. So, she found a place she could go on vacation with Scout....Camp Gone to the Dogs. http://www.campgonetothedogs.com