Woof woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof rowr?
Woof woof woof. Rooowr. Woof woof woooof.
Translated from Dog:
Daddy took me for a long walk today. It was really hot outside. Doesn’t he know I have a fur coat?
As soon as I spotted some shade and cool leaves to sit in, I rushed over. Ahhhhhh. It’s so nice and cool in the shade.
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We have to take off for a trip and can’t bring Mocha along, so we’re putting him in a kennel for a few days. Poor little fellah doesn’t even realize it. Here he is, looking unsuspectingly happy. Awww. We’ll miss ya boy!
Look at this guy, hording all the balls. Each time we played fetch, he would drop the ball off in this spot instead of returning it to us. Pretty soon, he had cornered all the balls at the dog park. Greed. It’s an ugly thing.
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I have no idea what got into Mocha tonight. While we were walking him, we came up upon a large clearing. On a whim, we decided to take him off his leash to see what he’d do. At the dog beach, he’s off-leash and usually pretty good about staying close to us. So we wanted to see what he’d do in our neighborhood.
As soon as we unleashed him, here’s what happened:
He stared at us tentatively. Took a few steps away. Then suddenly tore across the lawn like he was chasing a delicious, supersonic fly.
He ran in a wide circle. Then he stopped. Looked back at us. Tongue hanging out, hint of a smile.
And suddenly, he took off again. Like someone tried to ignite his farts and his butt hairs erupted in flames. Like a squirrel darting across the street. Like a wild animal, unfettered and free.
A few more times around us in wide circles he raced. Then he finally stopped. Out of breath. And wandered back to our side.
WTF was that all about?
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Mocha seems to have discovered a new habit: digging. Never did it before. Just kinda spontaneously started doing it.
Maybe it came from having a bad influence in white-and-black, a fellow Jack Russell terrier.
Or maybe it’s an effort to cool off. ‘Cuz once he digs a hole, he plops down into it with a big ole’ goofy grin. We’ll have to clean him when we get home, but it’s hard to get mad at a smile like that. Awww.
I love this photo. Mocha’s resting on the grass after a fun day of fetch at the dog park.
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We’re leaving Mocha at Melvin & Cabbie’s house for the next few days while we head out of town. He doesn’t seem to mind too much. He loves to wrestle with Melvin & Cabbie. Especially Cabbie (pictured here).
Though it was a bit sad to leave him. Mocha started whimpering as soon as we approached the door. We could hear him as we walked back to our car too. Hopefully he won’t be as sad once he starts playing with his friends.
Bye boy! We’ll be back to get you in a few days!
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Mocha is a playful 1-year old 25 lb mutt we rescued from a local animal shelter. He loves to run, play, and eat. Don't you?
Mike is was the proud owner of this adorable little guy. We miss him terribly every day.
