Thank you all so much for making me feel so very welcome in Blogville. I think I am going to like it here.
To kick off the hiking part of my new career (the other part of my career is B&B innkeeper-in-training) I had a weekend full of hikes,
I am off on my first adventure but I am not quite sure what that means yet. Hopefully it is not back to the shelter.
It does not look like the shelter and the sniffs are certainly not those of the shelter.
So much snootering to do there.
I think this might be one of the "seeniks" I have heard about.
♥ I LOVE this ♥
I am at one with the woods.
Real man dogs drink of out pink cups.
Say what? Snacks come with this hiking experience?
They say I look just like Shawnee in this picture.
Does Rocky like hiking?
Yip Yip Hurray!
We hiked 2.6 miles and I thought that was a lot but mom said something about working up to 10+ miles.
So back on the trail on Sunday and I did 4.6 miles with no problem!
I saw my first deer but I did not freak out or anything, I just watched. Am I supposed to freak out?
Rocky - just like my name!
My mom has a collection of balloons she finds in the woods. It used to make her mad to find them but now that she collects them she is all like "OMG! Look! A balloon!" Embarrassing, I know, but I think I'll keep her anyway. Just don't let your peeps let their balloons go, OK? It freaks my mom out.
A nice break spot where I got more chicken jerky.
Look how nice I am walking on the leash. I need a reminder not to pull because sometimes I forget but it doesn't happen very often.
Hello Blogville! I am Rocky and I am new in town, hired on as Shawnee the Shepherd's successor. I came from the same Newark, New Jersey animal shelter that Shawnee had come from. I was actually in a run in the same section as she was but across the way. Must be a lucky cell block.
My Mug Shot from the Big House in Newark, NJ
So on July 25, 2017 my peeps called the dog catcher to come get me because they did not want me any more. I have no idea why. But these are the rules when you live in Newark, NJ and that is the town I was living in.
So they hauled me off and took me to the Big House. I was very, very sad. Then on September 7, just just two days ago ...
Oh happy day, I am getting bailed out by my new mom!
I am told I was very luck to get out alive. Not only am I black, but I am no young pup either. The had me down as 7 years old. I was doomed.
The first order of business after the *SHUDDER* shelter scum removing bath was meeting Al the Poodle, a regular B&B guest and that went very well.
So seriously I get to sleep in Shawnee's bed now as if it were my own? It IS my own now?
YIP YIP HOORAY!
Ahhhh, such a good night's sleep I had. Like somebody said, nothing like a SAFE night of sleep.
This bed in the office is all mine, too? OK, so I have to share with B&B guests. Got it.
Then Al took me for a spin around my new hood.
We went three blocks to the end of the street where there is ...
... The Field 'O Sniffs.
We did this short walk morning, noon and evening because I was a little worried and mom wanted me to see that we always end up back at my new home. Got it.
So I understand that Shawnee loved her frog stuffies more than anything and out of all of the toys in the toy box, she would always snooter out her frogs. Well guess what? I did not want to play with any toys other than THIS one!
So after practicing walkies yesterday around the hood (and I understand from mom that I did VERY well, just a little rough around the edges on my commands but she will help me polish those up) we went for a short hike today! Did I love it? Stay tuned and find out. I will post about it soon. Need a nap first. Bye.
Shawnee's mom here to let you know, with the heaviest broken heart, that I had to let Shawnee be released from her failing body. She was 16 years and 5 months old. She started out in the Newark, NJ shelter as a feral puppy with no hope for a future and became the most loyal and trustworthy companion anyone could hope for. She will be missed always. Thank you all for being her friend and following her journey.
Hey furrends! Well all I can say is that I is to happy I gotted to Furginia when I did because now I would not be able to go any mores. I is now 16 years and 4 months old and I has outgrowned my ATV wheelchair. My mom do be thinking back about my old furrend Merlin (he be at the bridge now) and his snazzy no-walkin' sports coop so mom gotted me one!
We did be taking my new sports coop out fur a spin last weekend. Mom let her backpack be the test driver.
So far so good.
I is still going in my ATV wheels but it not be so easy peasy for me any mores.
You OK in there, backpack?
OMD OMD OMD SQUEEEEEE! A puppy bear crossed afore us.
OMD OMD OMD YIKES! Momma bear cross ofur and ahind her two more puppy bears. That arrow be pointing at momma bear butt.
Then momma bear and a baby bear commed back out to the trail and momma bear sayed "You be gettin' those ATV wheels and sports coop away from my puppy bears!" We is supposed to back away from bears but I cannot back up in my wheelchair and mom be driving the sports coop so we all got us turned around and the momma bear accepted that as a sign of our retreat. Whew.
On the way back to the hikemobile, mom put me in the sports coop.
She had a couple of plans fur my ATV wheels. This be one of them.
This be Plan B.
Because of the bear fambly, we hads to pack it up and move to anudder trail head. My sports coop do fold up and the wheels pops off so it be fitting in the hikemobile.
At the udder trail head I went back in my ATV wheels fur a bit.
So when I got tired in the ATV wheels, we stashed them in the weeds off the trail...
... and mom put a sign so nobuddy be thinking somedog lost their ATV and we went on because we was coming back the same way to picks the ATV wheels up.
My sports coop do be furry cool fur hasing beverages on break.
