She's Mutti's friend and we got along really well. I think she has stock in Old Mother Hubbard Dog treats because she kept 5 in her pocket at all times.
I helped her with her kitchen remodeling, and her laundry, and we even had a slumber party.
The other day I was surfing the net and came across yet another Vizsla blog: Rio Rocket. He lives waaaay out in Michigan, but seems to know Rudy and Polo. Are we all connected? Is there some sort of Vizsla Underground Network? Activate the VUN! I can see it now. There will be a little "Vizsla Shaped Noodle" projected in the sky when any Vizsla is ever in trouble or in need of a friend. The VUN will be activated and we will gather our numbers and go to the pup in need.
I can tell that Rio and I are very similar. Take for example my obsession with stealing socks. Now that mom is running upwards of 13 miles and more, her socks, frankly, stink to the high heavens. And I wuff stealing them -- especially when she has just removed them and leaves them on the bathroom floor while she's showering.
I slink in, search out the beautifully odorous socks and make a break for it. Rio steals socks too. I think he mainly takes the clean ones, but clearly we are related.
Our morning ritual is to get up and out - out into the parks, either Riverside or more recently Central Park. Sometimes it's hard to get Glenn out of bed, but usually its even harder to get mom out.
I do my best, though, and my silent laser-eyes boring into their closed eyes usually do the trick.
After all, the wide world is out there, just waiting for me to explore it. Here are the photos from this morning's jaunt around the Pool and Great Hill.
All of the vacationing has caused quite a build up of the ol' Laundry Pile. So again I was enlisted to help mom with the folding. She is so-o lucky to have me!
On our Maine vacation, I saw my very first lighthouse. Lighthouses are the really tall lamps that twirl around and say "rocky-shore! rocky-shore!" to the ships that sail near. Sometimes people live there, but sometimes the lights are out in the harbor and just twirl on their own.
Mom says they are on day and night, and since Maine has so many harbors and rocks, they have a lot of lighthouses. We visited the Twin Lighthouses in Cape Elizabeth, the Portland Head Light, the Bass Harbor Head Light, and Cuckold's Light near Boothbay Harbor.
While we were at the Twin Lighthouses mom let me play in the water.
With a temperature of 45 degrees, it was quite refreshing! Mom and Glenn only managed to dip their toes, but I practiced putting my whole face in the water.
On the Fourth of July, the day when the sky sparkles and booms, Mom, Glenn and I traveled to Ba Haba. Mom says that is how it sounds, not how it is spelled.
We made it all the way to the very tip-top of Cadillac Mountain. It is said that this is the very first point that the suns touches on the whole entire eastern seaboard.
Mom thought that we should go up the mountain before dawn so that we could see the sun rise, but Glenn reminded her that is was our VACATION and that was an insane plan.
From the top of the mountain you could see very very far.
We also hiked around Bubble Lake, and Jordan Lake.
All that hiking made us very hungry and since it was America's birthday party, mom and Glenn decided a trip the the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound was just the thing. Mom and I waited patiently outside for Glenn to order and once he arrived with those lil' red fellas, we rolled up our sleeves and dug in.
After playing in Baxter Park for a few days, Mom, Glenn and I drove for a really long time and finally arrived at a farm.
They have sheep and chickens and solar panels. They also have a huge muddy beach out back which mom called "the harbor at low tide." Apparently, when it is at high tide, where I was playing would be all covered up with the ocean.
One day, when we went down to play in the mud, I did find all that salty sea water mom mentioned. Glenn and I played catch with some skippin' stones, but I think I am not very good at that game since no matter how fast I swam out, the stones were not to be found.
Mom called the farm we stayed at "Three Pines." I think that it's funny that my mom can't count because I know there are a ton more pines than just three.
They were all around us. Ms. Karen, the nice lady who fed us our breakfast in the morning, also gave me the best peanut butter cookies. D-lish Ms. Karen! Keep up the good work!
The other cool thing about Three Pines is that I met Sophie and Peter. They are two Australian Shepards, and we had a ton of fun running around and around. I think they were surprise to find that a huntin' dog and be just as good at herding as an Aussie. I guess they've never met Laika, from whom I have learned all my herding techniques.
One of the really funs things I did in Portland was ride on a ferry to Peaks Island. The islands around the Portland area are called the Calendar Islands because there is one for every day of the year. We visited the closest one that wasn't privately owned.
Mom and Glenn fitted me in my bright yellow life preserver and we bought our tickets at the Casco Bay Ferry Terminal.
With the crisp sea air in my face, we powered over to the island for a five mile walk around the island's circumference. There we was many beautiful houses, cottages and beach bungalows.
Mom was tempted never to leave, but the blazing hot sun sent us on our merry way.
Once we motored back to Portland, we thought it would be nice for some dock-side refreshments, so we sat at the Port Hole for a couple Shipyard Summers. Not being 21, I had to content myself with a bucket of good ol' tap water. That didn't stop me from taking a snooze!
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On July 14th he became the daddy of seven little ones and he made me a very proud auntie! 
