It snowed a lot more last night and AP had to shovel the driveway and clean off the cars before we went for our morning walk. I thought that was completely unfair. I wanted to get out front in all the action so I politely knocked on the door to let her know I was there..
When knocking "politely" didn't work I decided I was trapped and tried to dig my way out.
Since no-one seemed to cared that I might die here- it was time to try and chew my way through.
Can't get a grip
Somehow I ended up in trouble for just trying to get free - humans are totally unfair!
I have been out playing in the "whole lotta" snow in the backyard. AP was trying to save the trees that were bent all the way to the ground and confusing me. There is not supposed to be a tree on my potty spot. She decided I should learn how to make a snowman so we started at the top of the yard and pushed the snow down the hill. It got really big and I was trying to bite it so we ended up wrestling in the snow instead of making the snowman.
AP here: Tonka and I woke up today to snow on the ground which was supposed to just be rain. We headed out on our morning walk and we were having so much fun at the park. Tonka was shoveling snow with his nose in between playing duck, duck, goose and it started to rain a little. The next thing I know its pelting down ice, and not little pieces of ice -big hunks of ice - that hurt. I looked over at Tonk and he was blinking his eyes really quick and shaking his head with a panicked look. I grabbed him up by the collar and we ran for the woods. We got under the trees and it was still coming down so we ducked under the jungle gym and hid out for awhile until it eased up.
AP got a new watch for Christmas that talks to flying things in the sky and lets her know how far we walk. She says this will give us an accurate measure of how far we walk in a year. *She has already forgotten to press the button 3 times in 4 days :)
She started using it on the 1st and as of today she says we have walked 57 miles. I think I need my paws massaged...
AP is trying to win some money for my rescue. She entered me in a contest run by the Bissell Vacumn company and first prize would be $10,000 for AGPR. They could sure use that money to help more Tonka dogs like me. The contest is 12 weeks long and AP will send them a picture every week to put up on the Internet on the Bissell website.
If you can help out would you please vote for me- my entry number is 212 this week. You can search for me by name or by the number 212 once you are logged in. There is another dog named Tonka but I am the big white one all curled up sleeping like an angel in the picture.
If you follow my blog then you know sometimes I am not quite so angelic :)
You can vote every day, once a day for me and I would really appreciate it.
AP went to therapy dog volunteer training, apparently people need to be trained just like dogs. She came home and was bummed out and we had a long talk. I was really excited to start classes so that I could pass my test and become a READ dog. The READ program is where dogs go to school and kids (my very favoritist things) get to read to them. http://www.therapyanimals.org/R.E.A.D.html
Once I passed the test I could go once a week for nine weeks and sit with different kids while they read stories to me. Unfortunately the other requirement is that I would have to have a bath - every week- for nine weeks. Now if you follow my blog you know that there is one thing I really do not like and that is water - especially baths. It takes 2 people to bathe me and I don't make it easy. It's not my fault I just get freaked out. So AP said she wouldn't put me through that and that we would have to look at other options. I'm bummed out that I don't get to meet new kids but I'm very glad I won't be getting a bath every week.
Don't you hate it when you take one animal out for a walk and come back with another? I start every day walking the big white dog they call Tonka - this is Tonka going for a walk - head up, tail up eager to go.
On the final stretch heading home the beast on the end of the leash transforms into another creature entirely. The leash is stretched all the way back behind me with a beast moving so slowly time could be moving backwards.
I turn and look and I see at the end of the leash the beast they call DRAGON
Draggin Butt to be precise
Head down, tail down moving as slow as possible - prolonging the journey - Mr. Draggin butt does not want to go home!
I am a rescue from the Appalachian Great Pyrenees Rescue Association in Richmond Virginia . I was born blind but that does not stop me from being a very happy boy. My humans are helping me write about my many adventures so I hope you follow along.