Recently, I've had two adventures with Mom, except that I don't have any pictures of the first one because Mom did not take her camera. But I can tell you about what we did, which was to go to a place called The Ceramic Cafe. There were a whole bunch of greyhounds there because we were trying to make some money for REGAP (Retired Greyhounds as Pets).
But Mom thought she should also paint something on the tile -- as if my footprint wasn't enough -- so she did, but she wasn't very happy with how it turned out. She wrote NICKY, because that's my name, and she also wrote "Greyhound Extraordinaire," because that's what I am. Also she wrote the date and she made a sort of squiggly border around the edge of the tile. But like I said, she didn't like the end result very much. She said the thing that she had to write with was hard to control, but I think that was just an excuse for not having any artistic talent. I would show you a picture of the tile, except that we had to leave it there to be glazed and cooked in a kiln, and then we can go get it on Thursday.
So that was our first adventure. And the second one was Saturday, when Mom and I went to a little park in a part of town called Raytown, where Mom doesn't know her way around very well. And of course, we got lost on the way there, even though Mom had looked at mapquest before we went. But finally we found it.
Well, that was all of that adventure. But now I am going to briefly mention an adventure that Mel had last week. Mel was out in the yard after dark, and Mom looked out there and she saw Mel running around like crazy, which he doesn't usually do, especially after dark. Mel kept looking up our big, tall oak tree, and when the rest of us looked up there, we saw a possum! Mel had treed it, just like a real hunting dog would do!