It's been really hot here, so we haven't been able to get out and about as much as we'd like to. Well, as much as Blueberry and I would like to. Lilac prefers to stay home. Still, she was so busy barking all night, I figured she must be pretty excited to go, too. Mom and Dad weren't so excited about the barking. I heard a few words that would normally land you in the doghouse. Still, morning finally came, and we all got into the van to ride off to Dubuque, Iowa.
Frankie Furter for starting the stories about how everyone got their names, because that's what lead us to Morgan. Her family bred me and my litter and took care of me when I was a tiny puppy. When Mom started talking to her about how I got my name, they were talking about Morgan, and Mom told her how it was Dad's dream to have a Shepard in the family one day. After some soul-searching, and because they know how happy and loved I am here, they decided to let Morgan come and be with us. So, we went up to meet her to see if we'd get along, and we hit if off famously. Morgan greeted Blueberry and me with kisses. It was also nice to show them what a great pet I've become, even if I didn't get to race.