Chillin with Bert

Hello Friends.

On Sunday Bert's Miss Vickie took off for Alaska with a friend.  ALASKA!!  Before I go any further I must tell you that Alaska is my MOM's dream.  In short it goes like this.  Someone would fly my MOM to a very remote place.  The plane would land on a small lake somewhere drop her off with her fishing pole and hiking boots and come back for her in 7 to 10 days.    That's it, that's her dream.  Now Miss Vickie is not doing anything like that, but still she is there.  My MOM is not taking care of the dogs at the kennel, she is just to busy.  Butt Bert's Whitney is there.  On Tuesday and on Thursday night when MOM picked me up from Bert's place we took Bert back to my place so he could romp and play and enjoy my green green grass and spend the night.  It has been some fun.  Let me show you.

Of course we played ball.  Bert is completely obsessed with playing ball and he knows my MOM will throw it forever.

Golden Boy and my tire ball.

Waiting for the throw.

"Come on MOM throw the green ball already."

"I'm goin' to get ya Bert."

Zeroing in

This is me teasing Bert.  "Ha Ha I got the green ball."

Hahahhaha, that Bert is totally focused on the ball.  He will stand there staring at it forever.  You can't see it but he is drooling too.

Watching the world go by.

You know how some dogs don't like the flashy beast.  Well Bert LOVES to smile and pose.  Can you tell what I am thinking by the look on my face?

I have to tell you something.  I know I have said before that my MOM sleeps about 4 hours a night, give or take.  Well on that first night after we went to bed, about every hour or so Bert would wake my MOM up by dropping the ball on her chest.  That crazy boy wanted to play all night and early morning long.  When we went back to his place in the morning he slept most of the day.

On Thursday night when we brought him back to my house for the night we of course played ball.  But we also chilled on the patio and watched the sun go down.

Being the host I am, I set us up with one of my doggy beers and some of my strawberries.

"See those Bert?  Those are strawberries.  I normally eat a couple each morning with MOM, butt seeing that this is a special occasion (sharing the day with a friend) I thought you would enjoy a couple."

"My Vickie might be in Alaska, and if I can't be there with her I sure am glad I am here.  I mean I never get a doggie beer and strawberries at home.  Oh and endless chasing a ball."

"Hurry back Miss Vickie.  I'm running out of beer and strawberries."

Blessings,

Goose