Enough of all that! Here's what I really wanted to tell ya: I went on a huntin' trip with Dad and my two best buddies a couple of weeks ago. Look below. Yup, that's me alright and I'm sittin' in the truck wonderin' where we're goin' and what we're gonna do once we git there. Pretty cute, huh?
We left Swan's Island loaded with gear. I was clueless for most of the ride. Then all of a sudden I saw those darned windmills on Mars Hill. That's when I knew I was goin' huntin'. I got so excited, but I tried not to let it show. I tried really hard, but I started shakin' like a leaf. You would, too, if you didn't git ta go bird huntin' for a whole year. I knew I was gettin' real close. I could hardly stand it.
When we pulled inta Arndt's Aroostook River Lodge and Campground in Presque Isle, I knew I was in for lotsa fun. I'm always happy to see Clare. She's nice and sends us to a good campsite. Below is a picture of the office, but I didn't take it and it wasn't snowin' when I was there. The Arndt's have a great campground and Ken (Clare's husband) is our guide. Anyone can have fun there even if they're not a dog like me.
Here's some pictures from the hunt. I'm the one with the long ears and the cutest, too.
Those boys'll never forget the great times they had with me and I hope we git to do it all agin for lotsa years to come. Bye for now. I hope ya liked lookin' at my trip. It was almost as good as goin' yourself, wasn't it? I thought so.









