A Dog Vet Visit and Adventures in Not So Sunny California

The day didn't start off so well. We got news that a furiend of ours was sick. She had to go to visit the dog vet. She'll be fine, but we all got to thinking: Life is short. Why not live a little? Momma started going through the "we're going on a hike" motions. What was she thinking, that we were going to catch a break between the storms? Wrong. Regardless, we all love a good adventure and we'd do anything to get away from our home. Linguini and Frankie leapt in the car as I waited for the large hand/ramp. By the time we parked, it was pouring. We stayed in wait for a few minutes.

This is what I call anticipation!

We couldn't stay there forever. We proceeded with our plan and soon enough, I ran into an obstacle.

I gave my momma the sweetest most pleading look...

...but she was determined to let me deal.

I did! I did!

We were almost at the car, when we were faced with another situation: a bunny wabbit. The soundtrack is courtesy of our fire department. It's a constant reminder of the horrible Station Fire and the current mess. At first, Linguini, as most spotted dogs, even though she's a dalmatian and german shorthaired pointer mix, thought she should follow the sirens, but then came the bunny.

Ch-arge!

It was finally time to head home. We were soaked to our bones. The ride back was quiet. We were all trying to shake off the cold and we were tired. We were happy to lie down and enjoy the sweet smell of wet dogs. Aaaah.

Uh-oh! I hear the momma's sneezers. If she caught a cold, I'll be sad because she will have to pay the dog vet a visit, but a cold would also mean that she's cooking chicken soup. Slurp!

Twink!

PS: A note to all my furiends, friends, and followers. I'm so sorry! All this time I've been uploading super-sized videos. Those days are o-ver. Now they're exactly the size they should be. My apologies, especially to those with the lowest band width.