Day Eight

Today started out great! I slept a little late, and there was a newspaper waiting for me at the bottom of the steps. I got my cookies, then breakfast and more cookies, then Don took me out and got me into the truck. The wind was blowing hard, and it was really cold! We drove into Boerne, and went to a park right in the middle of town. When I got out of the truck, I couldn't believe it! Green grass everywhere! Then something caught my eye; a pair of illegal immigrants, right there on the village green! Two Canadian geese, obviously without valid passports, honking like they owned the place. I saw my duty, and went after them at full speed. They tried to run, but I was too fast for them. They finally had to lift off and fly; boy, were they honking! I felt so good about running them out of Texas that I had to do a major Crazy Dog Run, zigging and zagging all over the field. It sure felt good to run on some nice grass. We walked across the park, and I was suddenly confronted with a white fur ball, who subjected me to a very personal inspection. I spied the fur ball's human, a tall guy, and ran to greet him, the fur ball at my heels. He was a very pleasant fellow, and complimented me copiously. He identified the fur ball as a Bichon Frise, and a very spoiled one. I don't really know what spoiled means, but I suspect it means "treated properly". We walked down to the end of the park, where there was a pavilion and a pond. There were a bunch of bushes there, and I thought it would be fun do a Crazy Dog through the bushes. And it was fun until I ran across a pile of leaves that were floating on the pond. I was suddenly up to my gut in the pond. For some reason, Don thought this was amusing, and started laughing; at me! I was embarrassed, but I tried not to show it. I headed for the field and did another Crazy Dog, but the wetness and the cold wind were making me uncomfortable, so I headed back to the truck, and Don took me back to the coach. I got dried off, had my lunch, and we all got in the truck for a ride.

We went to Bandera, another Hill Country town that was very old. It had a handsome courthouse, and a very friendly downtown, with a lot of people that properly appreciated Golden Retreivers; got a lot of pets. Geri and Don had a barbeque lunch, with no plates left for me. Then we went to a resort where people ride horses and play golf; Geri used to come here 350 dog years ago, when the airplanes she worked on had propellors. She didn't recognize the place, but I guess it was OK because they didn't recognize her either. I didn't get to meet any horses, which I didn't mind. We visitied a few RV Parks for future reference, and went back to Boerne. Geri and Don were so stuffed from their lunch that they didn't do dinner, so, again, I didn't get any plates. Instead, they had another fight with the TV and the satellite antenna, and lost again. Their moods were a bit foul. I had to plead with Don to update the blog, and only the worried look in my big brown eyes showing my concern about falling behind on our responsibilities got him to do his job. I had my going-to-bed cookies and went to bed.