Hi Everybody! This is not my human Greg writing. It is me, Freddy!
He is off doing something called laundry. Supposedly his socks can walk by themselves. I like them that way. Lots of good smells and crunchy.
I am using a bark to text app on his laptop while he is away. It is in beta right now but seems to be woofing ok. Oops, I mean working.
We have spent the last few weeks camping near the sandy places of southern Washington and northern Oregon.
I like sandy places! Lots of stuff to eat.
Sometimes I will pose for pictures. But mostly I just have fun.
Humans have made a big pile of debris they pick up the beach. I just think about all the stuff to chew.
Yummy!
I wake my human Greg up early every morning.
He likes the shadows for pictures. I like to lick the dew from the shrubbery.
Not sure what those black shapes are but I chased them around for a little bit.
They always got away.
I never gave up. I am not a quitter puppy. I tried heading into the light thing in the sky.
And found something to eat.
My human Greg calls them nights but I call them long sleeps as opposed to my short sleeps. Which I do quite frequently, woof!
So after a long sleep or two while water fell from the sky we went back to the sandy place. And there were flying things! Yippee!
I gave a good chase but couldn’t jump high enough. At least not yet.
So I told my human Greg to follow me back to camp for food.
After a few more sleeps, long and short, I was back at the sandy place.
I chased a big thing but it got away.
Found some more yummies to eat.
Probably shouldn’t have chewed the flying thing’s head.
It upset my tummy. My human Greg said it gave me the squirts. But I just woke him up every 2 hours while it was dark so he could walk me. He seemed to enjoy it but said some words I don’t know.
Back at the sandy place I found a razor clam shell to chew. Then I was interrupted. I know I shouldn’t chew stuff but I cannot help myself. It is my nature.
So I played!
I am a good boy. That is what my human Greg says.
So hopefully he won’t mind my audition pictures for future movie deals.
The wet look. With shadow.
The profile.
The “You can’t handle the truth” look.
Woof!
More sleeps. Another state. Oregon. More sandy places.
My human Greg keeps taking pictures of me.
But who can blame him.
I found some bubbles.
But I couldn’t eat them.
So I went in search of more chewies. My human Greg says Chewie is my dad’s name. I would would like to meet my folks. Maybe nibble on their toes.
Nothing to the south.
So we went back towards our camp. Greg is a slow walker.
A few more sleeps later we went back to a sandy place. My human said there were birds behind me.
I paid no attention.
I noticed something else.
A crunchy chewie!
My human was yelling something at me. Something about dropping my find. I obeyed him. NOT!
Hey, I am just a puppy. not even 6 human months old. I do what I want! But Greg did get in the last word after some sleeps. He showed me a sign.
I said “They named a Diner after me?’
He said “Kinda. You would be the ingredient. In a burger.”
He gave me a Scooby Snack and a wink.
I pondered this and decided to be a good dog. For now.
What are cod and chips anyway? Maybe cats? Yummy.
Yip Woof!
Freddy
Note from Greg – I had no idea he was doing this. I will keep a close eye on him from now on.
