Hello. It’s me!!

At some point in every vacation, there comes a time when a pup needs to save a buck or two. I highly recommend cutting out the maid service tips at hotels. Each tip saved is a bag of Pup-Peroni gained.

I’m just kidding. Mom & Dad can leave tips and supplement my diet at the same time.

Take this hotel, for instance … I’d wait patiently while Dad sought to supplement my diet with morning breakfast sausage … it’s free, you know!

Do you want to know the neat thing about this hotel? Early in our stay, I was looking for a prime place to take a bathroom break when a “professional woman” and “her boss” crossed our paths (if you know what I mean, and I think you know what I mean). Days later, the professional and her companion spotted me from about a half-block away and yelled “HI DASH”!!

I’m hear to put smiles on faces, regardless of gender, race, or professional preference.

We’re currently staying at a hotel that is less likely to encourage rampant professionalism. I look out the window of my room, monitoring the situation.

Or looking for my cousins.

We spent Easter with Dad’s brother & sister-in-law and my cousins. It was so much fun to enjoy a lovely spring day with family. Or more important, to spend the time on green grass!

We ate Easter dinner with family and my dear friend who once served as furniture for me.

Seconds later, terror ensued when Dad let me chew on a plastic bottle cap. One problem … I tried to swallow it, and it got stuck in my throat. If it weren’t for Mom’s ability to dig deep down my gullet and fish the wasteful cap out of my esophagus, I may not be here to tell tales to you anymore.

Yeesh.

Speaking of shoving things down my throat, I got to sit in the rig while my parents attended another Milwaukee Brewers baseball game. One of the members of the grounds crew tossed me a spring training baseball!

I actually got the whole ball in my mouth, and carried it several feet. It was a jaw-popping experience, if I may be so bold.

I’m told that these baseball games feature something called a “sausage race”.

For the second time in two weeks, the “hot dog” won!

I got to participate in my own race … a race through Parking Lot A.

I’ll tell you this much … I got more mileage out of my mid-week visit to Arizona State University. The co-eds adored me.

I think the young lady and I were taking a “chemistry” class, if you know what I mean.

But all good things must come to an end. Our trip is slowly winding down. Dad’s heading out for a business trip … leaving me with Mom and friends.

When Dad gets back, we’re heading north. To be honest, I am feeling a bit of chagrin over the prospects of heading home.

But there’s still a lot to look forward to. I’ll keep my eyes focused on what comes next … and I’ll share what I learn with you … or I’ll hang out in shady grasses … either way, I’ll have fun!