July 17-Aug 4th, 2022

B and I were on our own with just Cinco for two weeks. He thought he owned the place. He and I walked almost every single day I was in Montana this summer. I was averaging 35-40 miles a week. He thought he deserved to either be pet or get attention every second of the day. I would go to take a photo and he’d think that was his moment to mark whatever photo I was taking.

He freakishly rests his left paw like this all the time.

I gave myself a nice case of plantar fasciitis so I would ice my foot when we’d get back and he thought that was his special ice water drink after a nice long walk

He would only swim if B was in the water too and even then he wasn’t too happy about it. It’s so weird because he loves to jump in the pool in Utah. We did take him out on the tube behind the jetski one day. He wailed like he was dying. I wish I had my phone to take a photo.

He wanted to catch a chipmunk or a deer so bad he couldn’t stand it. He trapped a chipmunk in this pipe and spent 45 minutes trying to get it out and rubbed the top of his nose raw lifting the pipe up over and over.

Disclaimer: We are retired empty nesters without grandchildren for the time being. We will not always take this many photos or write an entire blog about our dumb dog. Please don’t tell Gigi that I called him a dumb dog either – she said to me in Montana “Aunt Kristin you need to be nice to him just like you are nice to me, he just needs kisses and my ‘darlings’ will think you are not nice if they hear you talk mean to Cinco.”