"Arf" (Hi, I'm 'Dash'...) --Welcome to the "Dash-O-Gram"
I was born in Grant's Pass, Oregon. My grand-daddy is some kind of champeen or other, not sure what. I was gonna follow in his paw-prints, but... I had my heart set on Las Vegas; 'bright lights, big city, and all that'. Plus, I heard about these two people whose hearts were broken because their dog died; figgered I could go down there and make 'em a little happier.
Sometimes, I get a little tired...
Well, it WAS a long trip, from Oregon to 'Vegas; but, I'm catchin' up. This is me when I was about 3 months old, leaning on my favorite log. My owners sneak around a lot, spying on me.
Yeah, I know... I'm sleeping on my waterbowl...
But, here's the deal, - you ever wake up from a nap dying for a drink of water?? - I know... me too... So, I figgered... what the heck, why not just make it convenient. (My owners are STILL spying on me.)
I only fell into the cement pond twice...
The first time, my owners put me in JUST to see if I could get out; (Like there was a doubt.) The second time, I was looking for something... (Yesss.... I found it, Smarty-pants.)
I like this cement pond...
Just kinda checking it out; there's no fish in it or anything. I like to think of it as a gigantic doggy-bowl of water. I can't wait for Summer to come around, so I can go for a swim.
