Back Seat Diners

Mom,  that's like the third burger place you've passed up!

 

Beggin Barkley

But you have bacon and I do not. . . .

Chapter 36 - Branch Manager - The Photos

Are you awake??

With the AutoCAT software, I didn't need a alarm, and was up to first light, the smell of coffee wafting down the hall

Chapter 36 in the Book of Barkley deals with a particular trip out to friends in the country.  You'll have to get the book to read the whole thing, but here are some highlights of that tripwith Barkley, with friends that had some acreage up north.  I loved the times there, sleeping on a huge high top bed with old fashioned quilts in the guest room.  Barkley always had such fun there, and here are the photos of that particular trip and the mayhem that ensued. The day started with some Amish Bacon and Chocolate Brontosaurus pancakes.

 It looks like Dogosaurus wants some bacon.

The afternoon brought sun, and a chance to go hike around their land with Barkley in tow.

One of my friends had Barkley on his lead as we headed back deep into the property  Barkley had been cooped up while I worked some long hours that week and  he was chomping at the bit.  He was also still sulking a bit from the grooming and nail clipping before we left Indy ("I smell like a french poodle AND they put a scarf on me").  So, when we were well back of the house and road Mr. B. said "it won't hurt to let him off the leash?"

I said "no!"

He was off like a shot.

To the only deep mud puddle around.

Even with the zoom lens, the remaining photos were a blur of splashing water and muddy dog.

Oh wait!  There's more!!

 Barkley spotted the pond.  We weren't going to let him over there as it was the neighbor's but. . But at least it will help get him cleaned off.

 He had a grand time splashing around.

Then it was time to fetch the stick.  The BIG stick.

Mr. B. throws, and he's off.

 Big Stick!!  Mine!!

After some more "fetch" it was back to the house to hose off Mr. Barkley.  Barkley does NOT like hoses, sprinklers or cold water from either and will forcibly try and get away from either.  He was also very muddy.  Mr. B. is quite strong and very determined. The cats watch and wager over who will end up more soaked..

Socks   - I'm wagering $2 on Mr. B.
Goldie - I'm betting on our black brother.

Everyone clean and sort of dried off, it was time for a little afternoon refreshment.

Barkley, it's not going to work, I've seen those sad eyes before when I had the Yuengling out, besides you've had all the excitement you need for one day.

 

Radio Control Retriever

Mom:  Ready Barkley?

Preflight - Complete!

Before Start - Check!

My Hovercraft is full of eels! - Check!

(If Barkley could talk) - Moje vznášedlo je plné úhořů !

When you have a Labrador Retriever in the family you soon learn, that not only are your toys "his" toys but the urge to retrieve is hardwired into him.   It was a Friday.  I'd been on the road, and was happy to be home from travels safely with a new toy and a black lab always happy to play air traffic controller  (Watch that landing Mom  - Bouncy Bouncy!) 

I took the little RC helicopter down to play in the walk out basement Barkley following me down, wanting to be part of the fun,,

Remember what I said about the "retrieving part?'

"Great Leapin Labrador Retrievers.  Climb Captain CLIMB!!"

Remembering Barkley

The Book of Barkley Blog is here at your request, to continue to share the stories and photos of Barkley the black lab.  For the 8 and a half million folks that visited him over at my place, I hope you will stop back with this new blog each week to remember him and share your own canine stories.

I will also offer up pictures that correspond to the chapters in the book, a number of them that have never been seen

Yo, Mom, I was watching Animal Planet.  What's with you guys taking over  the crash pad  TV set.

Yeah, but he's messing with my channel.  There was going to be hot poodles on the commercials, I know it.

Hey, he's in my spot, I'm supposed to get the spot next to Mom.

Well, Archer IS kind of like Animal Planet. . . .

You were ignoring me so I ate your last roll of toilet paper.