Hello good readers. This is Tucker the Much Better Vizsla than Dennis. Since my bout of aspiration pneumonia some weeks ago, I have not been able to go for walks around the harbor like I used to; however, Mama and Dada did recently take me to the park at the top of the hill so I could go people-watching. Trixie came along to protect us from evil perpetrators, while Dennis stayed home, because the park tends to be quite crowded and Dennis is a paranoid agoraphobic hermit. Or something like that.
I can see the ocean from here, Mama.
I smell something good.
Look, those people over there are having a barbecue. Go steal something for me, Mama.
What do you mean, you can’t steal food that doesn’t belong to you? I do it all the time.
Trixie is on the lookout for evil perpetrators. Good girl, Trixie. Say, Trixie, would you mind stealing some food from that barbecue for me?
What’s that, Trixie? You found a trash can? Where?
Good work, Trixie. This is indeed a most excellent trash can.
Now we just have to figure out how to tip it over.
Drat! It’s attached to the ground. Those humans, always one step ahead of me.