Loungin' with Alli

Frito sure loved his girl.

Here he is resting his head on Alli's feet up at the cottage.

This was the summer  of 2004, so Frito was 4 and Alli would have been 17 (never do math in public ;-) 

And here they are taking out some friends in Big Bertha.  

Frito really loved the boat, especially if Alli was there with him.

Snoozin' on the command chair

Ah yes, the "command chair".

This is the chair my Mom had in Florida, and she used to sit in it and (politely) tell people what to do ;-)

Frito loved this chair, and if anyone was reclining in it, he would immediately jump up to sleep with them.

Apparently, even if no one was reclining in it ;-)

Picking wild blueberries with Mom

Another one of Frito's favorite activities when he was up at the cottage was hiking up Mt. Kearsarge.

Here he is halfway up the mountain helping Mom scope out the wild blueberries.

Fresh air, moderate exercise, and healthy snacks -- what else can one ask for?

Can we play now?

Here is Frito asking "what's next?"

Like all kids (he's just 4 here), if he's not sleeping, he wants to be playing (or eating ;-)

Look at his luscious fur and beautiful puppy eyes.

What a cutie pie!

Lounge puppy

Here is Frito lounging at the cottage (in 2004, when he was 4 years old).

It was one of his favorite spots to relax.

Now he's wondering when the masseuse is going to show up.

He needed to keep that fluffy fur all soft and curly, and a vigourous rubbing never hurt.

But the real secret was what Tucker Pond water did for his hair.

It's like magic ;-)

Wanna play tug-o-war?

This was also in 2004.  Frito loved to play tug-o-war with his knot rope that we kept up at the cottage.

He was viscious, and we often worried about hurting his teeth.

But we never did, as far as we know.

Frito just about always won the tug-o-war.

He was such an animal ;-)

Crazy for acorns

This was back in 2004, before surgery on both of his hind legs for torn cruciate ligaments, one of which came from this little sport.

We used to roll big juicy acorns down the road or driveway, and Frito would go tearing after them.

Frito was fast, and quick, and able to shift directions quickly no matter how the acorn bounced.

This quick direction change is was did his leg in.

But boy how he loved his acorns. He used to catch them in his mouth and crack them open. And then wait for us to throw him another one. You can see one of his acorns next to him.

Frito was an awesome athlete.

How much is that doggie in the window

So I wonder how much this 2004 doggie-in-the-window would now cost?

It would be worth every penny, whatever it was.

(Not so) Big Dog (2004)

This is what "assume the position" used to mean.

I would often sit atop the leather sofa, and look out the window over my lower forty (OK, maybe my lower one ;-).

Or else I would look over your shoulder when you were sitting on the sofa.

And remind you who was the "big dog". Hee, hee.