It was supposed to be a rainy day today. We haven't had any rain all winter. I think that's fine, because when it's rainy we get all wet on our , and when we come in we have to get rubbed all ovfur with towels and I don't like that AT ALL. And our aren't really at all if it's rainy, because as soon as we both do our business, we have to go right back home. But mommy likes rainy days. She likes to watch the rain and read her book and feel all warm and snuggly inside. And she says the rain is important fur things like growing food and having water to drink. Well, I do like food and water.
But it nevfur rained, all day. In fact, the came out and all the clouds blew away. So we had a nice long
!! We also got lots of pets and attention, because we're still all
shiny and soft from getting groomed! Hoomans seem to like like that!
says, the worst thing about getting a bath is mommy won't let him
explore under the hedges. He's light and the mud shows up on him right
away! It nevfur shows on me at all!
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
I guess this is my blog. I should introduce mywoof. My name is Hershey. My pawrents named me that because I'm choklit. I was born in October of 2005, and on January 2 of 2006 I came to my furevfur home to live with my mommy and daddy. They take good care of me, and I take good care of them, too. We live in San Francisco, and we have lots of adventures! I love riding in the car! Evfurrything was fine with the three of us fur six years or centuries or something. Then one day in 2012 we went to meet another cocker spaniel. His name is Winkie. A week later we went back to collect him and bring him home. He's not choklit, and he can't hear much, and he only has one good eye. He doesn't even know when or where he was born. I don't see why we needed him, but I guess he's okay. Maybe someday he'll have a blog. Or maybe I'll let him bark here sometimes. So that's my fambly.
We're Dogster refugees. Dogster was a place where we made furiends and played games and barked about doggie stuff and had pawties and adventures, all inside of mommy's confuser. I was only three when I got there. I guess I grew up there, until some mean people decided to make us all go away. So a hundred or a million of us are looking fur a new home. And a lot of my pals said, "Get a blog, dog!" So I did. And this is it.