ON THE ROAD AGAIN...

Well, son day came and mommy said it was time to head home. We made another stop along the big water bowl, and while daddy was sniffing around, mommy took me for a last walk in the funny dirt. She loved looking at my paw prints. Then daddy found what he was sniffing for. "What is it daddy?"
He said it is something to put around the big water bowl in our territory, so we member this road trip. BARK! I will remember the smells!

We loaded up and started moving. This time it was a long long move. I was excited at first.

Then we kept moving and moving and moving and moving... "aren't we there yet?"

We finally got home after dark. I was so tired. Too much excitement for such an old lady like me. So here I am the day after we got home:

And here I am the day after the day after we got home:

Pretty much all week, this is how I have looked. I love my territory!
BARK! Sasha the Princess
Note from mommy: Sasha was such a good girl on the trip. Although I noticed her back legs getting weaker as she had to lay longer during the ride. The hardest/funniest part of the trip? Well, two stories- The first night in Monterey, she was pacing late at night. Guessing she had to go potty, I didnt want to irriate sleepy DH, so I tried to quietly sneak out the front door with her to let her potty. Well, they only had planter boxes, too high for her to climb up on her own. At this point, DH came to the door and gave me his coat to wear (as he stayed warm behind the door) since I was only in my skimpy nighty. She finally took the first step up, and I tried unsuccesfully to lift her behind up. At this point a dog in the next room barked, and Sasha got distracted trying to figure out where the other dog was. So DH called (wispered) me back into the room. Then he tossed on his pants, and came back out with me, and ended up having to lift her front end, and then her back end, and she instantly squated. So here we are at 2AM wispering "Good girl, Good girl"...LOL

2nd funny... we left her in the back of the 4-runner with her bowl of food (peanut butter hidden at bottom as an enticement) so we could run into Chili's for a bite to eat. When we came out, she was not only in the front passenger seat (bad girl!), she was STUCK. Her front legs on the floor, her back legs on the seat and her head resting on the dash. She couldnt turn or move. Poor girl. Thank goodness we had eaten FAST! She hadnt even touched her food. It was so funny, but so sad at the same time. We had to open opposite door and lift her behind so she could turn and climb across other seat to jump out of truck and stretch.

Oh the joys of a Dane!

Note from Sasha: "I AM SO EMBARRASSED!"