Chase has been gone since mid-March, and even though I saw him for a week in mid-April, I’ve missed the baddog. Shelley sent me REAL photos today — not the fancy schmantzy show dog photos. Now I feel guilty that Chase will be returning (June 8th) to my townhouse and far smaller yard. On top of that, the grass doesn’t grow here like it does in Ontario. These made me laugh, smile, cry, shake my head. This is Chase at his best. Shelley alternates between calling him “The Blur” (“El Blurro”) and “Mr. Party”. Thanks, Shelley!
Olly, olly, oxen free (whatever that means)
Dolly, Jaime, frap with me
Dashing through dandelions
I am really fast