Mail From Nebraska

This Friday the mailman walked right up to the door. We were barking like crazy at him. Then he gives Dad a box. Dad puts the box down and we have to sniff it to make sure it is safe. You can't be too safe now of days. We check out the package and it is addressed to us and it from Reilly the Cowspot Dog. We start a woofing up a storm. Inside treats for us and a shirt for Dad. Totally pawsome Reilly, you are da best.

Dad I better check out this package.

Wowzers, this mail is addressed to us

Treats, a t-shirt and a note from Reilly

We think Reilly is the woofiest

Then we went to Angel Paws. Deacon barked at everyone about our pawsome buddy Reilly. Next came Ms. Loretta on her golf cart. All the dogs know her because she always brings treats. When she starting walking to the fence, Deacon starts jumping up and puts his front paws on the fence. That way he can get some treats right away. Essex doesn't want treats, she wants to chase and bark at the golf cart. BOL

Deacon gets a pat and a treat

Essex, Deacon and PJ by the fence.

Dog Speed,

Essex & Deacon