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I was pretty surprised when I saw the cat on the elevator sign (yesterday’s post). Can you believe Mom and I saw another funny elevator sign?
At least this sign had a dog on it.
I’m pretty sure this one was for:
1. Couples (with no animals)
2. Dog owners who like to sit on big rocks
Mom usually sits on a big rocks when we take a break during hikes. When we stop by a rock, I know it means time for water and snacks. Yippee!
You can tell that the dog on the sign is expecting a snack from his human (sitting on the rock). I wonder if they were hiking too?
So, since Mom sits on rocks and has me as her dog, we got to use this elevator. I’m glad we found one that we were allowed to use.
P.S.-There were no bossy cats anywhere around, either.
♥Behr Behr, the upwardly mobile dog 🙂
In my last post, I told you about our fun cabin vacation. (well, except for the fake bears…)
Besides the mts. being a nice break from the hot weather, I got a break from wearing a leash and dragging my parents around. That is so tiring! They don’t even appreciate me pulling them everywhere, either.
Come on you guys! Lets get going!!
Wow, I LOVE being able to explore the woods on my own!
Here I am taking a little break by the big trees (behind me), while trying to decide what to explore next.
Yippee!! Running free!!
Even though I run free like this, Mom and Dad trained me to always stay within close sight of them. I never bother other animals, either. I’m such a good trail dog!
After running so much all day, I was one tired puppy! zzzzzzzzzzzz……
I sure wish I could have brought some of you with me. You would have loved it!
♥ Behr Behr, Running Free 🙂
It’s so hot where we live that I’m always happy when Mom and Dad decide to go visit the mountains.
Even if I have to put up with their fascination for fake bears.
Yes, once again we’ve gone to a cabin that’s full of bear stuff. I really don’t get it, since they have a REAL Behr…ME!
This one was up high in the living room, and I thought he looked kind of creepy.
I’m wasn’t sure if he was laughing at me, or showing me his fangs.
The fake bears were everywhere, so I mainly stayed outside so I didn’t have to look at them. I kept watch though, in case more tried to come in the yard.
I was in “sniff heaven” around the cabin, since lots of wild animals pass through there at night.
When I got tired of sniffing, it was fun to watch the ducks flying down to the lake and playing in the water. I’ve been a bird watcher since I was a tiny pup.
What do you mean I wasn’t supposed to shred the bed in this dog house? Didn’t the owners tell us to “make ourselves at home?” Well, I did.
Outside wasn’t totally free of the pretend bears, though. There was a big one on the porch, unfortunately.
Mom wanted to take a picture of us together, as if we were friends or something! Notice how we won’t even look at her at all, and I refused to sit totally down and look natural.
The fake bear kept trying to get out of the picture, so they had to tie him down.
In spite of the phoney bears, I thought the trip to the cabin was a happy one. Even the trees are happy around there!
I heard Mom say something about their bark, but I never heard them make a sound. Silly trees.
♥ Behr Behr, the REAL bear 🙂
Mom and I were going through the rest of our vacation photos and found this picture of a sign (from a different waterfall).
It should have been on the edge of the cliff I fell over in my last post.
We think they should put one up for dogs, too. 🙂
♥ Behr Behr, signing out for today 🙂
It was my Mom’s birthday while we were on vacation in Oregon. To celebrate, she wanted to have a picnic and hike to a waterfall called Wakheena. I’m glad that’s not MY name. I like Behr Behr better.
So we found a great spot to have our lunch and then start up the trail.
Are we there yet??
On the trail, some squirrels ran right in front of me and made funny noises.
I’m sure they were laughing because I was on a leash and couldn’t chase them. That was mean.
Once again, we saw water, but I couldn’t play in it.
We hiked up higher and higher to get more views of the falls.
We were near the waterfall when something or other broke and Mom and Dad were trying to fix it. They were looking at the broken thing, and I was behind them sniffing fun stuff.
A group of people walked by on the narrow trail we were on, and I tried to move out of their way to be polite. Suddenly my feet were on ground broke away at the edge of the trail, and I fell over the cliff!!!
I was SOOOO scared because I was hanging by my leash and my feet couldn’t touch any ground. Mom and Dad were screaming and grabbed me to hang on and try to pull me back up. It’s not easy to pull a dog my size back up a cliff, just so you know.
Fortunately they succeeded, and I am still be here to tell you this story. Whew!!! That was a super duper scary thing for all of us!
After Mom and Dad calmed down, they took this picture of me by Wakheena.
Can you tell by the way I’m standing that I was still scared? I really was.
I love hiking, but this time I was happy to just go back to our campsite.
When we got back to our tent, Mom and Dad kept petting me all night and telling me how happy they were to still have me.
Mom said the fact that she still had her Behr Behr was the best birthday gift of all.
That made me feel all happy inside.
I’m glad I’m still here too.
♥ Behr Behr, the stunt doggie. Not.
One of the first places we hiked to in Oregon * was a waterfall my Mom had wanted to see for a long time. Mom and Dad love to hike to waterfalls in every state they can. This particular waterfall is called Multnohma.
At first I thought Mom was talking about somebody’s nice mutt dog who had lost his mother (mutt no ma). I was picturing a cute, mixed breed puppy who needed his mom, and we were going to go search for her. I got dressed up in my search harness and was ready to go.
Needless to say, I was disappointed to find out we were only going to go see some water. It was worse when I got there and found out that about 1,342,067 other people and their puppies wanted to see the water too. Oh, and we had to all share the same trail.
Anyhow, it turns out that it the crowds were there because the bridge, whose name is Benson, had been broken by a REALLY big rock that the mountain threw at him. He was all better now, so people could come see him. Benson was 100 years old, so I guess I understand why he got broken so badly.
Benson the bridge is 52 ft. long and 5.8 ft. wide. With that in mind, a 4 ft X 4 ft hole is not good. Actually, that’s not as bad as the last time Benson got broken. That time a rock the size of a school bus fell during a wedding and created a tidal wave 300 ft. high that washed over the bridge. The total height of the waterfall is 620 ft, but the rock fell from 542 ft. I think it would have been a lot more fun to be there that day, ’cause at least I could have played in the water.
Here’s a picture of me with Benson. It was taken in a hurry in between people walking by. Can you tell I’m drooling? I’m waiting for my snack.
I wouldn’t look at Mom’s camera because Dad had the snacks in his hand. I kept my foot on his shadow so he wouldn’t go anywhere until he gave me the snacks. Smart, huh?
So, that was our day with Benson. I’m glad that mean ‘ole mountain didn’t throw any rocks at him while we were there.
♥ Behr Behr, the bridge playing puppy 🙂 *story began with this post
The three things we decide on when we’re going to the forest are:
which crate we are going to stay in
and what food to take.
I’m not sure why it takes Mom and Dad so long to pack everything, since that’s all I think they have to do.
I sit by the door and cry because it’s taking them a million years to finish.
*I love crates!
When Mom and Dad brought me to our home as a puppy, I walked in the door, saw a crate and immediately went and jumped in. They took a picture of that moment. Don’t I look cozy?
At night they had to close the door because I liked to get up and shred anything soft.
I got caught on camera one night, unfortunately. Busted!
Eventually I behaved at night and started sleeping on my bed.
I also have a soft crate for when we go to dog contests. I like that one too.
We also have a bunch of FAMILY crates. The big hard crate that I live in is called a “home.”
When we go to the forest, we take one of our family sized soft crates.
When I still ripped things up, I slept in a hard crate in our big soft crate.
Here’s what that looked like..
The family crate is better because I can snuggle with Mom and Dad.
We use a big crate if we’re going to stay in one spot in the forest, and a smaller one when we are going to keep moving around to new places.
Here’s what’s scary. All of our crates used to be big, but on this trip I discovered the small one had SHRUNKEN! My room is much smaller than when I was a puppy!
My room is named “vestibule.” I’m not sure why it has a name, since our rooms at home don’t have names.
Anyway, we were cozy together in the shrunken tent while in the far away place called Oregon. It was cold outside, but we were nice and warm.That made me a very happy camper.
The best part of the trip was all of our walking on trails, though. Lots of waterfalls to play in and squirrels to watch. More on that tomorrow.
Meanwhile, you can start singing the old Roy Rogers song, “Happy Trails” to get ready.
♥ Behr Behr, the happy camper 🙂
*P.S.- Ha! I guess that makes me a “Crate” Dane! 🙂
So, all of my crazy adventures started one day when Mom was at work and I was super bored. I was looking for dogs with more exciting lives than mine, when I found Oscar. Oscar got to go all around the world with his mom. That’s when I decided I was going to be a globe-trotting Great Dane. Yippee!
First I had to get my own luggage. Mom said I would have to carry my own, so I got a backpack.
Then I found out that I couldn’t sit with Mom and Dad on the plane, and that I’d have to be shipped in a silly box. Are you serious? Boxes are for things like soap, macaroni and cheese. Do I look like mac and cheese to you? I didn’t think so.
So, this little puppy princess came up with a brilliant plan, as usual.
All I had to do was get a high paying job and buy my OWN plane.
That’s how I ended up being Donald Trumpcard’s top dog. I guess he wanted my help to become famous, and being seen with me was just the boost he needed. It worked, of course, and now he is super well known. You’ve probably even heard of him, thanks to me. 🙂
Stay tuned to the Behr Behr channel for more of my adventures.
♥ Behr Behr, the travelin’ Trump dog 🙂
Well, glad you asked! I’ve missed all of my friends in the blogsphere.
After my whirlwind tour of the world, I’m back with lots of fun stories of all of my adventures to keep you smiling. 🙂
If you are new here, glad you found us somehow.
Here’s a sneak preview…
Same blog, same fun-loving Behr Behr 🙂