But here's the thing. One time, K grilled four turkey burgers on the grill. They fixed their plates and went to sit in their narcoloungers and eat dinner and watch TV. (Seinfeld, probably. What is with that show, there are no dogs except a couple annoying ones now and then. And Costanza! I'd like to bite him. And I'm not a biter). Later Ken took his plate to the kitchen and even though I was in another room, I heard him say, "Hon, did you double up your burger?" Jen was like, "What! No, I just had one." K said something like, "Well, there's only one left on this plate out here on the counter." J said, "Maybe you doubled up and you just don't remember." And back and forth. I think K thinks J really did double up. And vice versa. All I can say is, Buzz is very jealous of how tall I am. I wanted to share. I really did. No. Really.
Yesterday was a great one for food! KJ grilled hot dogs (K says he ate them every Memorial Day as a kid). J made potato salad and they ate that annoying cantelope that we ignore if it falls on the floor.
First, we walked to the boat ramp. Jen had some shampoo in the backpack, because Buzz is still red-dirty and grungy. But when we got there, there were so many fishermen that Buzz escaped the scrub. To celebrate, he rolled in fresh spoor. Well, I don't know if it was fresh spoor, but I like to say "spoor." I chased the ball, caught some high bounces, did some swimming, etc. It was already getting hot by then.
When we got back - after breakfast -Oh GLORY. The boat, the boat, the boatboatboat! We went for a long ride. Jen said it was like surfing crossways on a waffle. Pretty choppy. There were so many boats out, so much wake, that we did a lot of bouncing. Doesn't matter. I spend most of my time keeping watch out front. If it gets too rough, I just crouch down. But K needs me to be on the alert. It's my job.
Buzz got down on the floor of the boat, and I could tell he was feeling a little seasick, so for a while I left the bow and let him rest his head on my back in the shade. He appreciated it. JK told me I was a good dog and J petted my foot with her foot. It was a great ride.
JK left for a while and -now this is where it gets good - they brought us ice cream cones!! Buzz taught me how to eat them, you lick inside the cracker part and then just crunch. Brain freeze! Then after that, back down to the dock for a little more swimming and JK covered the boat. And that was our Memorial Day. I hope yours was just as good.
So I hope you all check back...Tomorrow I'm going to showcase all my friends, that I have pictures of. Pretty exciting. I was sooo happy to hear from Oliver and Mae. Ollie - I call those "pelts." But to be honest, you're one up on me, I have never found a rabbit head. Later guys.
Hey, Maxwell...it's your cousin Sophie. I'm here to tell you that sometimes your height might work to your advantage when breakfast sausages are left on the rolling kitchen island that is tall enough for your 6'4" human to comfortably work at. That's all I am saying...pleading the Fifth. Besides, my human guy can put away those sausages. Like I said, that's all I am saying about that.
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