Report from Camp

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Jack and Arya recently returned from the summer session at Camp Tracy. The following notes were received from the camp director.

~Arya started to get excited when we pulled on my street! She got the first cute little nose prints on my newly cleaned car windows.

~Said was very glad to see them both! There was a lot of hub-bubbing, head butting, and joyful sniffing of the hinter nether regions.

~Jack is on cat patrol as usual. Arya is on planet patrol, or maybe the whole universe even.

~In the a.m., Arya chews on a bone for a while, then licks my face thoroughly, and hops on the couch to sleep at my feet.

~Jack sometimes sleeps right next to me. I hang my hand off the couch and he sort of controls the petting. Butting me with his head, or rubbing under his chin or beside his ears. The boy knows what he wants!

~The dogs seem to play musical dog beds. Sometimes I wake up and Said is in his bed, sometimes Arya and a lot of the time, Jack is.

~Say, Arya is much better about not jumping on me! I actually left my house one day wearing white pants. Not a single paw print.

~I’m driving a friends car. It’s a Prius and very odd for me to drive. The first night I brought it home I was so flustered at turning it off and getting it parked that I left the gate open and let all the dogs out.

Jack went no where. Arya was playing in the dead end circle with Said and came as soon as I called. Hooray!

~Your dogs both have really short tails. Have you noticed that?

~We enjoyed having them. Said is still grumbling about where his pals went and why I won’t wrestle with him the way they do.

Dear Diary

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Dear Diary,

There was LOTS of PMail in that brush pile yesterday. We always stop there to read, but yesterday was THE BEST!!

We read that Mocha and Darla stopped there. And the skinny white cat that stares at us from the top of a car (and thinks we don’t see her, but we do! We just Pretend Not to see her!).

And the usual birds and squirrels had been through just since yesterday.

But, Jack thinks, there’s A New Dog that left some PMail. We ran the sniff test through both our Databases and this is Definitely one we haven’t smelled before.

Mom got tired of standing there while we were doing our analysis, so we’ll have to take it back up today.

Until next time.

Love,

Arya

BREAKING NEWS: Report from Camp Tracy

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Jack and Arya have have returned from their Memorial Day holiday at Camp Tracy. They are both tired and need baths.

The following Report was received from Tracy, founder and proprietor of the camp:

When we first got to my house and I got out of the car to open the gate, Arya jumped out of the car, peed, and then got back in the car. Then I drove in the driveway.

The first night, Arya and Maggie (the golden retriever) were still wrestling at 1:30 a.m.

One day while I went out to run an errand, I came back and Jack had gotten stuck in the bathroom. Another time I came home and the bathroom door was shut but he wasn’t in it. I don’t know how he does that!?!?

Jack and Arya played ALL the time with Maggie. Even Jack wrestled with her. Plus, I love to watch Arya and Jack wrestle — they lie on the floor and chew on each others’ heads.

Driving them home they started to whine a bit when I turned into your neighborhood. (Not because I took the turn wild either. They usually quickly lie down in the car and don’t pay attention.) When I turned onto your street they went nuts, whining loudly, and both were standing on their back legs looking out the windows. Funny pups!

Jack and Arya had this to say, “Thank you Tracy. We had a blast!”

Neighborhood Watch: Return of the Tortoise

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Thursday, 6:32 a.m. (CDT). Morning rounds.

Back yard intruder. Emergency personnel approached loudly and carefully.

Supervisor called emergency personnel to return to post and leave intruder alone.

Emergency personnel ignored supervisor until Treats were promised.

Intruder was relocated to a nearby safe and compatible habitat outside the fence.

Thursday , 6:38 a.m. (CDT). Emergency status terminated and Treats supplied.

Dear Diary, Love, Mom

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Dear Diary,

I might be getting to old for these neighborhood patrol duties. The other day, I had to rescue the dadgum possum in the back yard – again. This was the second possum rescue in two months. (At least this one was in the afternoon and not at 5:30 a.m.)

I was alerted by my neighborhood patrol colleagues that there was an intruder in the back yard. Why the possum chose to take a stroll across the yard in the middle of the afternoon, I have no idea.

Jack and Arya had the possum surrounded on the path and were barking to wake the napping. Jack was creeping closer and closer — and my calls for them to come to me were totally ignored.

The possum was not playing dead — she had her head up and was showing her teeth. I could just imagine her biting one of them. So I came up behind Jack and grabbed him by the tail. I pulled him to me, picked him up, and hightailed it for the back yard gate. Once the two canines were with me on the house side of the gate, I closed it so the possum could continue wherever she was going.

Someone told me later that possums eat lots and lots of ticks. If so, I’m grateful to her. But I don’t want any more possum rescues. Please, Ms. Possum. Stay out of the back yard. And please, Jack and Arya, no more possum hunting!

Love,
Mom