A strange thing happened today. It was a beautiful day, warm with the nice yellow ball in the sky. The air moved gently across me. Altogether very nice.

Then my Mom and Dad decided we should get into the wheeled rolling room and go somewhere. I never know where we're going and they never bother to tell me. But off we went. I even had my harness on, which means the wheeled rolling room was going to move very quickly, even more quickly than I can run, which is pretty fast!

When we finally stopped, we were at a nice place with trees and sparkling water but also way too many two-leggers. We met up with a bunch of two-leggers who seemed to be friends of my Mom and Dad: Rice and his two off-spring, one male who is about my age in the number of darknesses he's seen and the other a female who has just recently opened her eyes.

Strange thing about two-leggers, of course. They can't walk even after they have opened their eyes. We four-leggers can walk even before our eyes open but not the two-leggers.

Another strange thing is how two-leggers age. This little male two-legger has seen about the same number of darknesses as I have but I'm way more grown up than he is. He's still a little baby puppy while I'm almost fully grown up. Weird, I say.

All of that aside, what was even stranger was the reason we went to this nice open grassy space in the first place. It was a show, you see, but it was a show where all kinds of four-leggers showed off their two-leggers. The four-leggers got all gussied up and then led their two-leggers around in front of another two-legger who was called a "judge". The two-legger that impressed the judge most won a prize.

Weird! And all the four-leggers were on their best behaviour too. They wanted to make sure they showed the judge that they could control their two-leggers and make them do whatever they wanted to do.

I thought, maybe I should enter my Mom in the show. But then I decided against it. I had no doubt that I could impress the judge but I wasn't so sure about my Mom. Try as I might, I still can't get her to do everything and anything I want her to do when I want her to do it. She still has some bad habits.

Notice I didn't even consider entering my Dad. He's a hopeless case.

All in all, though, it was a fun day. Lots of well-turned-out four-leggers with their two-leggers in strange outfits. The ball of fire was warm on our bodies and the air moved nicely too.

A pretty good day, even if we didn't win a prize.

Tags: Golden Doodle

I've been bad lately. At least, Mom and Dad think so. First, I yelled at this strange male two-legger who lunged at me while my Dad and I waited under a tree for my Mom to come back. Then, I saw these two female two-leggers across the street and I thought they were going to hurt my Mom so I ran after them. One of the two-leggers started running around the other two-legger screaming and then it seemed like a game so I chased her.

I guess it wasn't a game.

So now I'm facing training. I must have crossed a line this time because they seem really serious about it. Dad won't give me a treat unless I sit, wait, then lie down for a second. Then he holds the treat in front of me but won't let me take it. "Wait" he says and I have to sit there and smell it and not eat it.

I don't know why I do these bad things. I just get so scared when I see strange two-leggers getting too close to my Mom or Dad. It's my job to protect them from harm so, before I can even think, I run at the threatening two leggers and yell at them really loudly. I'd never hurt one of them, of course. I'd never bite them (they'd probably taste bad anyway) or jump at them and touch them. But I do believe it's my job to keep them away from my two-leggers.

I guess maybe I'm wrong about that. Maybe it's not my job. Mom and Dad seem to think it's their job to protect me, not the other way around. Who do they think they are, the leaders of our pack?

Tags: Golden Doodle