My Goose is Cooked

It is getting closer and closer to D-Day. Mom says it's only another couple of months and we'll be moving. I'm trying to get as much fun packed into my days as I can. At least I'll have the memories to keep me through the dark, cold years ahead. And who knows, maybe someday Mom will bring me back here where all good dogs belong.

This weekend I went camping at our lake. It was fun. I love to camp! The only problem was the stupid leash Mom insisted I wear the whole time. How am I supposed to catch geese if I'm on a four foot leash? They don't exactly walk up to you and put their necks in your mouth! Come to think of it, it hasn't made that much difference to be off the leash, but I'm sure that doesn't mean anything.

Next year we won't be able to camp in March. It will still be too cold, but maybe we should give it a try anyway. At least then the mosquitoes won't be big enough to carry a full grown doggy off. Puppies maybe, but if they carry away a few of those young pups I've heard my Brothers and Sister talking about, they'd be doing a service.


See, Mom says they can get puppies when we move out there. What for? I've been dog enough for them here, and I'll be dog enough for them there. If any puppies come, I'll tell them how much fun it is to swim in the Alkali flats. Hmmph.