Remember how last week the Best Part was a secret vacation destination? Well I am about to make your day: the vacation destination is about to be revealed! (I know – it was all you could think about for a week and a half.)
Daddy and I AND the Pup AND the Sippy Cup went to…
Wait for it…
But we didn’t go alone.
We went with another Mama, Daddy, Pup and Sippy Cup. And we all stayed in a house. And found out what happens when babies and dogs stop being polite. And start getting real.
And let me tell you – that many crazy whirling dirvish-like things in one house sure is hectic. But it’s also a ridiculous amount of cuteness living under one roof. So while we were all exhausted at the end of the trip we had a ton of fun too.
As you saw before, Zekey had a grand ole time frolicking in the river. Well, everyone else got to play in the river too.
I even took to the water and got my picture taken for a change! (Oh my!)
And I got a little bit of evidence that I may, in fact, have been hip one day. See tattoo exhibit #1:
But the real star of the show for the weekend, at least as far as Fiona was concerned, was our friends’ little Boston Terrier pup named Digby:
Fiona loves to play with Zeke. But Zeke is big. Like really big. But Digby is small. Fiona sized small. Good for chasing and playing with and tackling. For most of the weekend Fiona looked like this:
If I had taken a picture of Zeke he would be all sad in a corner. He did NOT appreciate how Fiona shifted her affections the second another pup came along. (All was luckily forgiven once we got back home and Zeke had the little lady all to himself again.)
A close second friend to the new fun pup was Fiona’s boyfriend. They played together a bit, in their own special “I’m mostly going to ignore you” kind of way.
For more photos of the weekend including winery fun and Russian River swings tune in on Friday…