No Country For Old Dogs

Cash's Log

Just found out that they eat dogs in some countries. I am glad I didn't end up in one of those places.

Yesterday Bones and I went to the place he eats breakfast and walked by the beach for a while.
I haven't been to the beach since my hospital stay. I hope to go soon (the beach, that is). The last time we ate breakfast there (they give me turkey) Roxy was with us, and she bit a woman on the sweater and put a hole in it.

My dog friends: Lillie, a rat terrier with a big attitude that lives in Summerland. I hear she is a fearless body surfer.

Baby the big dog of Megan and her people. He lives in Goleta.

Brodie an Aussie he lives in Ojai. I play in the park with him sometimes.

Roxy my girlfriend, I saw her today.
We walked on the Douglas Preserve, a big piece of land where dogs get to go off leash and play with no rules. We walked on a log Jesse took a video I am sending it along with this short update.

Also yesterday we parked at Ventura beach and watched the waves.
I know now what Bones is doing when he leaves me in the car for two hours—he is surfing.
There were squirrels running on the rocks and I wanted to chase them.
I tried to jump out the window to get them.
I saw one from across the street on the railroad tracks it seemed it was taunting me. I can see better, smell more and hear many more sounds now that my head is clearing up.

I may have to go through the "procedure" one more time. I hope not.

Bones went to a place to wash his car, a somewhat fruitless endeavor since his car has been dogiffied by Roxy and I.

I tried to bite the water when it hit the window but it never came in the car.
I could not have played this game before so anything is fun now.
Sometimes we go to Rincon. He watches from The Backside steps for a while and then puts on a strange rubber suit and leaves me in the car while he rides on the ocean.

Have a good day and evening everyone.


Love Cash and Bones Bellinger