(Dora)So who votes to change the title of this blog to 'Michael, Carrie & Dora in NY!' ?!?!
Currently, my back yard is covered up to my belly in snow. How am I supposed to go to the bathroom in that?!?! At first it was cool, but now it seems to be getting ridiculous. The 4 steps up to get to the yard have now disappeared! What's a dog to do?
The snow is pretty cool, but since moving to this crazy city, one of the best days so far was when we went apple picking!
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I ran around like crazy with my apple
and then I ate it
This crazy dog that lived in the apple orchard probably ate about 20 apples JUST while we were there. She could even catch them in her mouth. When a tree in the distance would drop an apple, she'd go running, like she was playing fetch with the tree!
Other crazy things that have happened since moving to this crazy place they call the Northeast...
We got a compost bin, and I now have the job of escorting mom or dad to the bin when the compost needs to go out. Of course, they made me get in and pose for a pic!
We spent a weekend in the great city of Philadelphia. Dad took a big test while mom and I took a walk to see the sites.
We ate a famous Philadelphia treat called water ice
Mom and Dad ate another famous Philadelphia treat called a Philly Cheesesteak...Unfortunately, I was not included in this dining activity.
We ran up these steps several times while taking lots of strange pictures and video...
Something about a dude named Rocky, who I don't even think is real.
My mormor (mother of my mother) and Nicole (cuz, kinda) spent a weekend here in the city. I stayed home for most of the trip. Here are some of the things they did while I stayed home dreaming of squirrels.
Another strange thing that happened recently...We went to PetSmart, where mom and dad stuffed me in EVERY small container they had. This one had a zipper in the top. Mom opened it to pet me, but I wanted out, so I stuck my head out this tiny slit. I think I was stuck, but after a few minutes, they squeezed me back out...Kinda stressful. Now I have this delightful little box, pretty cozy, but they say I'll get to go home to Dallas if I end up liking it. I can't say I really like it, but every time I get in, they give me a treat, so I pretend like I like it. That way, I can get treats and go to Dallas. Win, win, win, if you ask me.
