Tatum Tot Spice

This weekend I’m doing agility with the Mum again. And it’s okay kinda fun, but I liked going to camp better. I want to go back every month, or every week, or just live there, but the Mum says we can’t. We can’t afford it with money (whatever that is) and then it also gets cold and snowy in the winter and the Mum doesn’t like that very much either.

So we are back from camp and we get to go to the park and do agilities and stuff, but it’s not nearly as fun as camp was. Mum says we can go back next year, and play on the pier again, and run around on the beach and in the camp and have fun. But for now we have to live in our house and sleep on the comfy beds and make the best of walks and the park. Which is okay because I still love the Mum and the Dad and the rest of the dogs here and we have fun and eat good food and yum treats.

Maybe we could get a steel drum and do some drum circles in the back yard and call the calm and peace of the forests of Lake Tahoe to visit us here, too.