Laura and I celebrated her Dog-Mother-ness yesterday at the Witchita Mountain National Wildlife Preserve. Knowing how much we're both suckers for the wilderness, I thought it would be perfect. What says "Happy Mother's Day" better than a bison leaving nose-slime on your car window, right?
The dogs had a blast, too.
Oatmeal did her "Oatser of the Savannah" act, while Gus explored the world via his mouth.
While exploring, Gus made a series of discoveries.
Discovery 1: Water is fun to play in, but it's really hard to sniff stuff at the bottom of a stream. To do so only results in bubbles and lots of sneezing. (And my humans laughing hysterically at me)
Discovery 2: No matter how much I want it to be true, mud is not food.
Discovery 3: If I pull hard enough on my leash, dad will stop saying "Gus, heel!" and start saying "Holy livin' crap, honey, I'm gonna kill him."
Discovery 4: Even though I don't SEE any teeth, some plants do, indeed, bite back.
Discovery 5: I'm really cute, and my GOD I know it.
Needless to say, a good time was had by all. And Dog-Mom-Laura had a Mother's Day to Remember....
Everybody together, now: "Awwwwwww"