June saw a mix of cabin and house time for Agnes and the rest of our crew.  Somehow all of the photos from June made her look very relaxed and chill as she has definitely made herself at home with our family.

Duck on the Driveway

We had a few days of rain resulting in significant puddles on the street. Big enough to become a duck bathtub. The duck stayed longer than Agnes’s attention span. Eva on the other hand stayed at full attention for the whole event until Bill flew off to rejoin the rest of his flock.

Eva: Agnes, you’ve got to see this!
Agnes: Um Eva, I already did.
Eva: Seriously, it’s a duck!
Agnes: Yup. Saw it.
Eva: Really? A duck on the driveway!
Agnes: Been there. Seen that. Was really excited about it five minutes ago.
Eva: And it’s taking a bath in a puddle.
Agnes: So, what you’re telling me is that there’s been no change in it’s status.
Eva: And do you know what the most amazing part is?
Agnes: That it’s a duck?
Eva: Exactly! And it’s on the driveway! And it’s taking a bath!
Agnes: You are such a bird dog.

Making Herself at Home

Agnes having a good Sunday morning lounge. It did take her a while to warm up to us people, but I think she’s now very happy that she did.  She’s also realizing that a king sized bed is better than a puppy bed any day of the week.

Dave: My goodness Aggie.
Agnes: Yes. I am very very good.
Dave: Not what I was saying, but we can go with that.
Agnes: Glad I could clarify your thoughts for you.
Dave: Sure thing. But what I was going for is more of an expression of disbelief. Are you comfortable enough?
Agnes: Close to comfortable enough.
Dave: Really? Only close to comfortable?
Agnes: Well, it would be a bit better if someone were to rub my belly a bit right now.
Dave: And the fact that you’ve taken over the king sized bed isn’t enough right now?
Agnes: Well, when you brought me home from the shelter you told me that I should make myself at home.
Dave: Yes, we did say that.
Agnes: Well, I’m no lawyer but that seem like all the permission I need to make your bed my bed.
Dave: Hard to argue with that logic.
Agnes: Now further to my concept of home, I seriously believe in the expression of “Home is where the belly rubs are”. So, can you hook me up?

“What are you looking at?”

All three dogs looking out the front door at the cabin. This happens often and what they’re looking at usually is a mystery. But this time, there was no mystery as my daughter Julia was out on the deck keeping them looking forward for this photo.

Bruno: Wow. We all seem to be looking at stuff. I love looking at stuff.
Agnes: Me too. Looking at stuff is great.
Eva: Sure is. Looking at stuff is the best.
Bruno: But newpuppy, I’ve been wondering something.
Agnes: Why the humans only rarely give us cheese?
Bruno: Not that. I’m wondering what we’re looking at.
Agnes: Oh … I really don’t know. I came here and started looking out the window because Eva was.
Bruno: Eva, what are we looking at?
Eva: I have no idea. I just came here because you were looking out the window Bruno.
Bruno: Well that was surprisingly cyclical.
Eva: True that.
Agnes: But that doesn’t answer the question. Bruno, what were you looking at?
Bruno: Oh, I wasn’t looking at anything. I was just standing here thinking deep thoughts like why the humans only rarely give us cheese. Cheese is so good and they always have some in the fridge. Why we rarely get it really makes me think and stare out the window.

Superhero

Agnes: Hey Dave, guess what I am?
Dave: Comfy and spoiled?
Agnes: Well, yes. But I was thinking more then that.
Dave: A puppy with healthy hips that have a full range of motion?
Agnes: Dude, think more creatively.
Dave: A horizontally oriented furry metronome?
Agnes: Nope. You are definitely not super at this game. I’m a Superhero!
Dave: Oh, I get it. Your legs are in Superman position so you must be Superman.
Agnes: Nope. Not Superman. Would it help if I sang the first few bars of my theme song?
Dave: Um…
Agnes: I’m going for it. NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA …
Dave: You’re BatMan?
Agnes: Nope. Try Again.
Dave: BatDog?
Agnes: Nope. I’ll sing it all for you… NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA, DogButt! Want to hear my list of superpowers?
Dave: No thanks.

Disclaimer: DogButt may be the most childish and lamest dogversation that I’ve had to date. But somehow I couldn’t resist. And in my defense I live with an 8 year old boy.