Showing posts with label booties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label booties. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2009

Hi from Honey in the Powder











So, we made it to the snow... A bit of fresh powder for me to snoop around in on Saturday. I love the snow! There were other cool doggies up there, some with coats and parkas with hoods! And, some had a doggie pass. Doggie passes donate money to a local cause, and would get me my own season snow pass with photo on it. MOM! I need one of those!!
I had my booties on most of the time, keeps the ice out of my paws. I have good booties.
I love making snow angels, and sniffing around the outdoor patios. Sometimes, if I am not done sniffing, and am being prompted to move on, I just lie down under whichever table I am working on at the time... I need more time folks.
It was a bit icy in some spots. Mom slipped right on to her butt once! You ok mom? And I did a few of my usual, foot-falls-into-snow-hole deals. Good grief, it is tough to get back up I tell you!
By Sunday, I was ready to take a ride home....a storm was coming and dad and I noticed that mom was turning into Nervous Nelly again....time to head home....
Cheers!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Hi from Honey


Cheers! My name is Honey (....sometimes...see below). I am 13 years old. Yea!
That's me getting a snow bath! Dad said I had rolled too many times in the 'not nice' snow. I LOVE the 'not nice' snow! Good smells. I love the snow! And, thankfully later that day we got to go to Camp Richardson at Lake Tahoe for a hike. Lots of sticks. I love sticks! It turned out to be a full moon. Mom and dad were thrilled. And I was thrilled 'cause that meant more time at the beach with my new sticks!
By the way, it wasn't easy to find a blogname, as there seem to be many Honey'ies! Which makes me think that might be why mom and dad have so many other names for me..... I find I am confused when they call out 'scooty' or 'doggers' or 'super trouper' or 'Buns!' or other well toned words. So, I resort to just sniffing my nose their way, and if good smells are in the air, I respond to their calls. (mom usually has better smells than dad, but don't tell dad).
Mom is going to help me post this and find more photos...but I'll sign off for now....