Bluegirl and April dog Adventures

Post one:first bark at home in the woods

Hi, I’m April.

I’m two years old, cute and spunky. I’m also very careful, maybe because I’m small by the way they tell the breed of dogs.

My mom is blue girl, I think she is a little shy to reveal her real self, and because deep down she is sad. She doesn’t think so though, and continues to live as best as she knows how.

This is my first post and since mom is doing all the work who knows, she is not very tech, and tells me that there is so much she doesn’t know. I think she wants me to tell you the story of us living in rural area of SC, in the house that’s dwarfed by tall pine and hardwood trees. Where deer come to lick salty ground after the watersoftener regenerates, and I bark loudly at them from my perch on the second level, through the glass sliding door. She tells me to calm down, it’s ok, but I don’t listen very well and keep on barking.

She comes close and gives me a hug, laughs, and says, “Thanks for being such a good guard dog. You told them—they won’t come back to bother us again.”

I’m not completely reassured, but once those creatures ran off into the woods and out of sight, I sort of forgot about them. I hopped up on the bed and settled down. Mom sat nearby, working on her iPad.

Most days, we go on a few more walks so I can stretch my legs, sniff deeply at the mysterious smells hiding everywhere, and—of course—relieve myself. I’m very regular that way. Always have been.

Mom walks me on a 16-foot retractable leash. I never go anywhere without her, and never without the leash. She’s afraid I might run after a car or get lost in the forest. I wouldn’t mean to, but I do get excited sometimes.

For the most part, that’s how our days go.

But the past few weeks? We’ve been in the city. Mom has a daughter there, and two children I like quite a bit. There’s also a dog named Coco—a miniature schnauzer. He’s black, a few pounds heavier than me, and I have to admit—he’s handsome. We’re the same height, though, and even though I’m a super mutt, I’ve got 25% miniature schnauzer in me too. So I think of us as distant cousins. Very distant. And between you and me? I’m still cuter.

Next time, I’ll tell you about our stay in the suburbs. Mom had to get her car fixed—it took two whole weeks and a lot of money. I don’t concern myself with that kind of thing. I’m a dog.

But she’s the one writing this, so I know she wants to tell you that story.

Catch you next post—I’ll be keeping watch.