Morgan's blog for the end of March

Heyla


I had to spend last weekend alone without Alice. It was hard. I was worried and missing her. She went away without me for 4 days. Don't I look worried?
I tried to be happy with my dad person Wayne. We took long walks, and I even tried meditating with him.


Here is Alice being silly as usual with her bunnies. I tried to join in the fun with "Peeps Around the World" series of photographs of those little cultural icons in trees, bushes, wherever. But it was not much fun without my special person, Alice.


And it was an exciting time for black cat Sophie who on one of our walks(!) got treed by a barking and snapping dog. She was up there for over 3 hours. Finally Wayne had to become fireman Joe and rescue her. That's what she gets for trying to walk with us.

I still get to go out as Alice's service dog, but not always. She is talking of getting me a part-time job! I mean, haven't I worked enough already? Don't I start getting treats for just being? Ommmmm...

Later,
Morgan
Summit Service Dog
(as written through his keyboarding person, Alice)

Morgan's Blog "Movies, Sleeping and not Sleeping!"

Hey dudes,

My people took me to a movie yesterday that was so bad, all three of us ranted and raved after it was over. Wayne wrote a letter to the editor, and Alice added her two cents. It was so bad, I got up from my sleeping place at Alice's feet, and near the end  begged them by panting  my doggie breathe on Wayne, with a please-let's-leave-now-look.

They agree, they should have left the theater, but no, they stayed till the excruciating end. The name of the film had something to do with Bach, music I generally like, but the humans complained about the bad film: script, editing, photography, directing, all that stuff. And, worst of all, they had no popcorn!

Dog dancing is still fun. Some new dogs coming into the program,but I still can't play with any of them. Mary says "no freelancing." That means no nose sniffing, or no butt greeting. I mean come on! We say hello that way! It's all part of being a canine. Lighten up, Mary!

My human sister, Annie is coming to visit again. I like her. That means long walks and hikes and camping! Oh boy, camping, what fun! But we sold our VW camper bus so we currently have no vehicle to camp in, and Alice says she's too old for tent camping. Whatever! I just want to get out there in the wild and smell all the good nature things, and the campfire and stuff. It's so much fun.

To tell you the truth though my aches and pains are still around. I try not to let Alice know, but she knows anyway. I guess getting older and wiser is not all it's cracked up to be. Alice agrees: she has something called insomnia: neither Wayne nor I can figure out how she can NOT sleep.

I'm doing just fine, although I'm told I now snore when I sleep. Do not! It's probably Wayne or one of the cats making that noise. Those people always blame me for fart smells, burping noises, now snoring. I don't really mind: I get secret joy of making those sounds and smells!

It's 4:30 am: Alice has been up since 2: she's getting sleepy, and making all sorts of errors typing. I think she needs a break. Go back to bed, Alice. I need to sleep some more anyway!

Yesterday we had a big wind storm. Alice got knocked over by a gust of wind, and took Wayne down with her. I stayed on four feet. Her balance isn't what it used to be. Sometimes she let's me out in the yard, no walkies. Here I am forlorn, waiting to be let back in the house.

Well, that's about it for now. Life is pretty good:

Walkies, dog dancing, visits to the elementary school,good food, and treats! And lots of napping for this dog!

Yesterday, Alice and I practiced some dance moves. I got hotdog pieces for my reward. Way to go, Alice!

Woof!

Morgan,
Summit,graduate of 2002,
(as helped by his human counterpart. Alice.)

Morgan's Blog "Woof, woof! It's Spring"

Woof, woof!

It's spring , kinda. The birds are singing, the new smells are everywhere.

Alice is happy. She works in her garden when it's warm and sunny. Sometimes it's still cold and windy, and snowy. I go with her to her class on Tuesday mornings. It's like the old days when I was at the college, soaking up the knowledge.

This is a gardening class. She's is learning about gardening in New Mexico which is a whole new ballgame compared to gardening north of Seattle.

She also took me with her to the community college for a workshop. There were about ten people in the room and about ten service dogs. I was not allowed to greet any of them, just watch and be the veteran service dog. I got a little upset when she was interacting with some of the other dogs (they call it interviewing.) I mean what's up with that? I'm her service dog!

I really like going out with my humans. When Wayne takes me for walks he usually takes the camera along. Here 's a picture he took recently of the sky.

Alice and Wayne left me behind on Valentine's Day. I stayed with my Auntie Wendy, and though I got to sleep in her bed, I  know I missed a good trip. They saw horses, and llamas and dogs, all sorts of things. I wish I could have gone too.

Just a few more months of healing my knees. Then I can run and play again.

Alice is a good groomer. She's downright picky. She grooms me a lot! I get my teeth brushed (I like that), my ears cleaned (I don't like that),get clipped and brushed , and get my nails trimmed (don't like that, but I let her do it.)

Sometimes the cats butt in and want to be brushed too. Lately Sophie, the black cat goes along for our walks. What's with that? Who does she think she is? A dog? She just wants to see where we go when we take off . She's expanding her world, I guess. Who can blame her?

Well, that's about it for now. Alice and I were interviewed for the local paper recently. Hmm, fame is nice, but bones are better.

Woof!
Morgan, Summit Service Dog, class of 2002(and his human, Alice)

Morgan’s Winter Blah Post

Alice is growing tired of all this cold weather. I like it. The snow is great, but I still need to take it easy, and heal my stretched out ligaments on both knees. She takes me with her some of the time, for which I am eternally grateful, since I love going out among people, working, and smelling all the nifty smells.

Alice and Wayne took me to the movies this weekend. Alice fed me some of her popcorn. I just lie down and sleep or put my head on Alice’s leg.

She’s pretty cool for a person. She walks me and gives me treats, and even though I am supposed to be on “Bed rest,” I am well enough to dog dance every Saturday morning. This Saturday we won a prize for making the best circles. I do that really well. Also backing up and side steps and high fives. When she says, “spin” I think she is going to say, “speak” instead, so I bark. I think she is going to change the command. No more ”sp” words.

Like me, Alice is a party girl. She is already planning a dog party for me around May or June, (my birthday; I’ll be eight). She is going to invite all my dog buddies in the neighborhood (that would be Ai-shan, Tara, Carlos and Paco, Wendy the new greyhound, and other dogs), to the tennis court where we will chase cheeseballs and bob for hot dogs in a plastic swimming pool. Oh, and of course my dog dancing buddies will be invited. That would be Bryce, Gunther, Angela, Razz, Zach, Gabe and the little Sheltie, Sable. And my county dog buds, Chelan and Scout. I don’t know how well the dogs will get along with each other. But they will have their person with them.

And maybe Luna and Auntie Sarah will be in Santa Fe for the big event. I hope so! I haven’t seen Luna in ages. And we have a history, you know.

Alice has me wearing a red bandana for February. She’s such a Valentine person.

On another note,

Service kitties:

Would say things like

” Me? Work? Nah, I don’t think so. I need to nap first.”

Or

Me? Catch that mouse? Nah, I just want to play with it.”

Or

“Treats involved? No thanks, yawn, yawn.”

Or

“Me? Work for you? Uh, don’t you have that backwards?”

They just don’t have the same hardwired brain; if they have a brain, it must be pea sized. Where do they get off? Sleep and eat, sleep and eat. And they even get to poop inside the house in a special box. I don’t believe the easy lives they lead.

Ah, well, I’d rather be a dog. Man, everything I do is my favorite thing.

Have dinner? My favorite thing.

A car ride? My favorite thing.

Work in public with Alice? My favorite thing.

Get brushed all over? My favorite thing.

Take a nap the sofa? My favorite thing.

Cheese? My favorite thing.

Walkies? My favorite thing.

Dog dancing? My favorite thing.

You see what I mean?

Every new day is an adventure around here filled with goodies!

It’s the little things that count. Just ask Alice. She’ll say the same.

Woof!

Morgan Lee

(As dictated to his human) Summit graduate, 2002

Alice

Further Travels of Morgan and Friends

Well, it’s been a cold winter here in northern New Mexico. But the sun shines nearly every day on the living and dining room floors, and those two lazy cats and I just soak it up.

We (Alice, Wayne and I) just returned from a plane trip to visit Molly, one of my sisters (human kind). We flew on four different planes coming and going.

My checklist:

Travel blanket	X
Dog food	X
Kongs	X
Leash	X
Vest	X
ID and papers	X
Poop bags	X
Snacks (treats)	XX

Here I am on the floor of the plane, doing what I am supposed to do: make myself small and sleep. I don’t know what Alice’s boot is doing there and where is Alice?

A sign we especially liked at the hotel said I was allowed to stay there. Now that is good service dog communication!

We did a lot of riding in this new smelling rental car. Here’s a picture of Molly and me in the back seat. We had to share the seat, but I didn’t mind. I would just rest my head on her lap

This is a photo of Molly on her 19th birthday. You can’t see me, but I’m working, under the restaurant table being Alice’s unobtrusive helpmate.

All in all, it was a good trip.

Hey, I am racking up the states with all these trips.
Alice just has a few (five or so) states to visit  (Mid-Atlantic, she says) and then she will have visited every state in the US.
I have also been to Mexico and Canada!

I was glad to get home and sleep on my spot on the sofa and see all my toys…. Life is good.
Woof!

Morgan
(As channeled to his human partner, Alice)

Morgan’s Blog, New Year, 2008

Happy New Year!

I suppose you will be disappointed if I don’t write about resolutions. Okay, let’s get this part out of the way. Alice has a few this year (the first two recommended to her by Corina, one of my favorite humans!) Remember what they were?

Go slowly.
Ask for help.

As if…

Also she wants to be mindful; and practice loving kindness. She’s pretty good at being kind to me. Never a harsh word. Okay, sometimes there is a “NO!” when I’m in a mischievous mood, or when I get into the cat food.

And when we go for walkies if I forge ahead (so many good smells), she says “Hup!” and I know what that means. Stop and walk along side of her with a loose leash. Auntie Sarah taught us that one.


And number 3 (which I find a little disappointing since I am left out in the cold) is ta-da… Play with the cats everyday so they lose weight. (See low-rider Willow visiting me outside in the snow).


Now that is a good idea, but what about ME?

I could do with a resolution to make sure I am exercised daily to keep my shape, and maybe something about food, cheese, Gromit! I resolve to go on walkies at least 2x daily, and work for the best treats out there. (That would be cheese for me.)

I suppose I could resolve to be the best ever service dog to my person, Alice, but that wouldn’t be that hard, because I already am.

She is talking about making me the elder dog and showing some pupster the ropes. Hmmm. I’ll have to think on that one, and up the ante on treats too.(Was that part in my contract?)

I don’t know what the big deal is about celebrating the New Year, January 1st or February 7th (Chinese New Year) or winter solstice. We canines celebrate seven new years for every one for humans.

Are we party animals or what?

What are your human and dog resolutions?

Walkies? Treats? Naps? Presents to open?

I love ripping paper off my presents. I do it every chance I get. (Notice my sly smile in photo of ME unwrapping my pumpkin-flavored “Wet Noses” biscuits.)




Woof!

Morgan (as dictated to human partner, Alice)

2007 Blog Review

This posting will be the 70th posting to the Summit Dogs blog. We started the blog in the middle of July and have averaged around 14 postings - or almost one posting every other day - over the 5 months of the blog existence. I think it's been a great start and we've received lots of positive feedback from our readers.

I will take this opportunity to thank Donna and Alice who are the biggest contributors to the blog; between them they're responsible for around half of all the blog's postings. Thank you!

October's graduation was one of the highlights of the year for everyone involved in Summit's work and we will be posting the recent graduates' stories alongside those of previous graduates on the Summit web site early in 2008. I hope that in amongst the other wonderful stories, we'll be able to post some more updates on the progress of Danny, Summit's Assistance Horse.

Above all, I wish everyone involved in Summit Assistance Dogs and everyone who reads this blog my very best wishes and, for those of you that use the Gregorian calendar, a very happy new year!

Daz

Morgan’s Holiday Blog, 2007

Greetings, all you canines and humans. I thought I’d let you all know how it’s going in the Lee household. Well, it’s winter time and we have snow, which I love to play in and snuffle. But I am still not supposed to run or hurt my healing knees. Bah! Humbug!

It’s also what the humans refer to as holiday time. It doesn’t mean all that much to me, except that we have a green tree in the house (!), and I can’t use it for a marking spot. It’s by the back doors where the sun comes in, and all us animals like to nap and stretch in the sun. Here’s one of the cats I live with looking out at the snow. No way would they go out and try something new! I don’t know if it’s the black cat or the grey one from the photo; they are both so rotund. (All they do is eat and sleep, eat and sleep.)

Here are shots my human took out the back window, one of the sunrise and one at night with snow and lights in the tree with farolitos. I know what those are: they are like plastic lunch bags with lights, all the thing in Santa Fe. I think in other places they are known as luminaries. Ho hum, lights don’t really do much for me, but Alice likes them.

Me, I like presents. I know there are some under the weird-looking tree with my name on em. I can smell them. Why we have to wait is beyond me.

Hey guys, don’t eat plants like mistletoe, poinsettias, or holly. You’ll wish you hadn’t. Also don’t indulge yourself like the humans do with chocolate, cookies, rich eggnog, stuff like that. Taking off pounds is not fun. You want to keep svelte (like me). It is better for your health.

For the New Year people also make something called resolutions. Alice made two: Go slowly and ask for help. She doesn’t want to do either, but her physical therapist told her that. I was a witness. I like Corina lots. She’s cool.

Alice is also letting me go to the elementary school on Mondays. Like a king I get to walk in and out of the car on a ramp. All it needs is a red carpet. Can you imagine 25 little kids (multiply that by two for their little hands) all petting me at once? It happened last week. I just sigh and let them get their thrills. Ever seen a dog in school?

Well as they say, happy holidays.
I might add peace and goodwill to all humans and dogs.
Peace!

Morgan (as dictated to his human, Alice)

December

Here’s a cool quote I found on Alice’s desk. “I’d rather be a dog and bay at the moon.” Shakespeare wrote that a long time ago. Pretty cool huh? He sure knew his stuff. Alice is very literary; she knows a lot of that kind of thing.

Life is pretty boring around the house with nowhere to go and no one to see. I’m on house bedrest, with a few outings now and then. No cavorting or frolicking, jumping, running, doing donuts, etc.

I did get a couple of get-well presents from people who LOVE ME (ME! remember, it’s all about ME!) And lots of well-wishing emails! New toys are like new books or new CDs or new movies. You get tired of the same old same old.


I um, have a pretty full laundry basket full of dog toys. (see photo). Sometimes I take them out and scatter them all around the living room. Sometimes I line them up in front of my bed in the living room. Sometimes I’d like to line up those two cats who act like top dog around here. I’m top dog! And they better not forget it!


I got a visit from my Auntie Sarah who brought me get-well presents, including an armadillo. I’ve never had a stuffed armadillo. Now I can add it to my collection of stuffed penguin, stuffed mallard, stuffed frog, and copper colored stuffed lions. My humans all call them my puppies. My favorite puppy has had his neck sewn up so many times with different colored thread he looks cool. Sometimes his brain-guts come out when I shake him in my mouth. Alice just picks it up off the floor and stuffs it back in his skin and sews him up again. This guy has been around since day one. Do you other dogs have any special toys you are fond of?


Here are the names of some of the books Alice is reading now; maybe she will learn something new about dog
language that she doesn’t know already. It could happen!

I like the first part of this title: Bones Would Rain from the Sky, Deepening Our Relationships with Dogs, Suzanne Clothier.

2) Merle’s Door, Lessons from a Freethinking Dog, by a guy named Ted Kerasote.(a freethinker!)

And a third one called On Talking Terms with Dogs: Calming Signals, by Turid Rugaas.

If you are interested in dog-talk vs. people-talk take a look at these books.

Well it’s the time of year to hibernate for some creatures. Dogs don’t do that but we do like sleeping by the fire, and taking it easy.

Hey, life is pretty good. I get my meals on time every day, and walkies and treats for when I work. I have dog buddies (Aishan, the big wolf dog) and I sort of like all my dog dancing buddies, although we are not supposed to visit much with them. I have a new way to get in the car now I just walk up this ramp and go lie down.

Today, Alice left me in the car while she ran inside a place to pick up a thing. I could see her from the window. It helped to get in the front seat. There was a ---can you believe this?--- cat in the car next to mine!

I need to help Alice see where she is going. I like to put my head between the front seats right next to my person. I would sit in her front seat if she would let me, but it’s probably not safe.


Later, Woof!
Morgan, Service Dog to Alice

2007 Holiday Blog by Morgan

This week I am going to have this fancy whiz-bang therapy for my stretched out knee ligaments. Alice and Wayne have agreed to this treatment, and we hope it will be successful. Alice is kind of squeamish about knees. You see, when she lived in Beijing, China, (before me), she got pushed down by a mob of subway boarders and landed on her knee. By the time she got home, her knee had swollen up to twice its size. She went to a Chinese doctor at the German clinic, and he said----

Oh hey, I don’t want to write about this now. She said it was the worse pain she ever experienced, although humans have no memory for pain. Alice has no memory, period. And did I tell you she has no short-term memory left? It’s very selective. Usually she claims Wayne never told her about some planned activity. They certainly are an old married couple: Bicker, bicker, but all in fun.

Thanks to all my faithful readers out there. I want to mention a special thanks to C. about the reference to the special kind cheese (Wensleydale) mentioned in the Wallace and Grommit videos. I did not know that. Alice said she would check out Whole Foods. YUM!

And to Chloe, the SDIT, about reading: one of Alice’s good dog buddies says, “Slow is fast.” It took me much time to learn to read. But every time Alice gets out the flashcards, I know there are special treats involved. The same goes with practicing dancing. Treats, treats, treats!

Remember my motto: Will Work For Treats.

Some dogs out there would rather have praise or a toy, like a ball. I can’t see that. It’s food for me that makes me want to do a good job. But did you want advice on the “sit” and “down” command? I don’t like to do downs. I will do them, but I take my time.

When Alice asks me to do something, sometimes she rewards me with a treat, and sometimes it is praise. I never know when I will get rewarded, so I guess I had better do it, just in case!


Here are some pictures from our Thanksgiving.


Alice put a red bandana on me, so they could tell us apart. We are all the same copper color, and Chelan, the golden retriever, and I are about the same size. The little runt is a red heeler named Scout. She’s fun to play with. Here we are running in the snow, play fighting, or stallion-leaping. I get to get up on their sofa too. Neat, how well trained my humans are. And I love to burrow in the snow. It’s fun and I love the snow.



Happy holidays! Woof!

Morgan, Summit Dog, Class of 2002,(as channeled to his human partner, Alice)

The Life of a Service Dog

Continued saga by Morgan, Summit Assistance Dog, as dictated to his human, Alice


Woof! The other day I was out walking my person, visiting with two other nice girl dogs, Ginger and Terra. The humans were talking, and we were all sniffing and yearning to run off leash and play together. While we were standing by Page and Terra’s home, still talking (Alice does talk quite a lot for a human; she talks to me all the time.), a big grey husky- type dog came around the corner,(with NO person attached to his leash). We sensed its presence before our talking humans did. Terra started barking, so I decided, why not and joined in to warn that dog to get out of here! He left. Alice says I have a deep, noble sounding bark, but I’m usually very quiet.

Lately I have been feeling my age. (I am, after all, about 50ish in dog years).
Alice noticed that I wasn’t feeling up to snuff, and so she made an appointment for me to see the chiropractor. I have a really long body, and my spine goes out of whack once in awhile, just like humans do, although they walk on two legs, not four. The good doctor has this snappy sounding thingy she uses on my back to help get it aligned, and she also does energy work on me. ME! It’s all about me!

I have been working quite a lot this week. Last night I was under a table for over three hours. I went to the movies, and a 300 hundred-mile car ride on the weekend. The humans were so excited about going all that way to see a bunch of tall, skinny red-topped birds. I think they’re called ant hill cranes or something. They made me stay in the car, I am a bird dog after all. Boy one of those big birds would look really cool in my soft mouth, flapping and squawking away!

I also went to a couple of restaurants and two workshops. I went to the physical therapists ands the library, grocery store, and post office. You get the picture: lots of jumping in and out of the car. I should get paid by the hour, not just in treats and kibble.

Now I’m not complaining; my job is to take care of my person, Alice, and how can I do that when they leave me at home?

Wayne always says something stupid about guarding the cats while they are gone. Those two cats don’t need guarding; they need to be told where their place is!

I mentioned some of my favorite dogs around here. Here is a picture of Aishan, the wolf looking guy. He’s much bigger than I am, but he looks small when he is all curled up. Just look how long those legs are! I misspelled his name last time (rather Alice did).



The November weather is still good for long walks lately, and now that my back is fixed (thanks, doctor!) I will once again enjoy checking all that pee-mail out there.

Alice actually slept in this morning and let me get up on the bed with her. The cats had to be part of that too, but I just ignored them.

Next week we are going out to our country friends for Thanksgiving (whatever: I don’t get any people food, so no biggie),and they have two dogs, five horses and turkeys and chickens, and the best part, they let me roam free! I must admit, horse doo-doo is a delicacy! So that will be nice. Plus Alice and Wayne bring home firewood, to make fires in the fireplace when it is cold out. I like having a fire. It’s sooo primeval.

Well, that’s about it. Oh, and I went to the elementary school, too, this week, and soon I will show the kids (second graders) how I can read with flashcards. I have about 7 words down solid. If Alice wants me to learn more words, she’s going to have to bring out the big-gun treats. (Cheese, Grommit!) I am also going dog dancing on Saturday, Yahoooo!

Woof! Morgan, Summit Assistance Dog,
as channeled through Alice

“Hey, whose walk is this anyway?”

A November 2007 blog from Morgan, Summit Assistance Dog

More pictures of ME~! It’s always about me, isn’t it?

Alice has been taking me for long daily walks lately, since the weather here has been super nice. (Lots of sun and blue skies). The leaves are almost all down and the new smells on the ground are ever so enticing.

But Alice won’t allow me to sniff when we are going for walks, usually. She makes me walk right beside her on the trail, when all I really want to do is go off, and smell the earth.

She takes me to the off leash doggie play area, in Park Plazas where we live. It’s really an old tennis court. but it’ll do fine. She lets me off leash, and usually it’s in the middle of the day, and we have the place all to ourselves. There are lots of other dogs that live in the area, but most of them are little yappers (I call em dessert dogs).

Two of my favorite buddies here are I-Shon (a super big wolf looking guy who is a true spiritual dog,) and Prince Kelly, a smart little white Bichon Frieze who went to the rainbow bridge about two months ago. I miss him, as does his human, Wendy. She comes over sometimes to “borrow” me and go for walkies.

Alice throws the tennis ball (What is the big deal about balls anyway, I wonder). So I chase them until I get bored and take the ball over to the shady area, lie down and communicate that I am tired of playing the stupid ball throwing and chasing game. 

Um, can we do something different now, Ma?

I did my service dog thing tonight. I went with Alice and her neighbor friend to the Zia Diner. We always ask for a booth cause then I just go in and disappear for a while. I know Alice had some yummy treats left over in her pocket from dog dancing this morning, so I made sure I was really good, and then she might reward me with some treats.

My motto: Will work for Treats. 

When we got to the car she dropped her keys not once but twice, so I got them for her both times, and then did the perfect “car” command, and then she rewarded me with mucho praise. Not as good as a cookie, but pretty good!

Another part of our life together is grooming. I like to have my teeth brushed, but I don’t like to have my ears cleaned or my nails clipped. I love being brushed (It’s all about ME, right?) but I don’t like having my rear end or tail brushed. (That’s getting too personal) Sometimes Alice pulls with the brush too hard: ow!

I think red-gold dog hair looks good on black sweaters and black pants, don’t you?

Last time my human pack dad said my blog on Halloween was four dog bones, That’s the same as four red chilies for movies in town. I go to the movies with Alice and Wayne; popcorn rains down from the ceiling sometimes.

So I go on walks with Alice. I ask you, who is walking whom? Whose walk is it anyway?  Whenever I go out with Alice she always gets compliments on what good-looking well- behaved dog I am. I’m not vain or anything, but yeah, after all that training and Alice’s good grooming, we make a nice impression on people. I like how everyone smiles at us. I smile back sometimes…

Later, woof!

Morgan, class of 2002, (As dictated to Alice, his human)

Morgan’s Blog on Halloween, 2007

Happy Halloween! My people’s favorite time of the year is Halloween. Ever since I’ve known them, they have thrown Halloween parties. They really get into it. Every year they have a theme. Last year it was “It’s easy being green.” One year it was “Pretty in Pink.” One year the color was red. I had to wear devil horns that year. One year it was “A Murder Mystery.” They are party people. Just ask Summit people, Grant, Sarah or Sue. They’ll tell you.

My favorite time is when the weird looking people arrive to visit me. When the doorbell rings, I run and get the dishtowel hanging from the stove and run in circles greeting them. I’m not afraid of any one. I know (smell) they are really just being goofy and I like to be goofy too, so it’s fine by me.

This year the Lee Halloween party was a little over the top. They know enough people in Santa Fe now to have a big party. Some of my favorite dog people in the neighborhood came: Lisa, Lois, and Wendy. No dogs came, but that’s okay, because then I got all the attention.

After a while, everybody started dancing and trading costume parts.

Here I am in a blonde wig.


My person, Alice said she would never humiliate me again after a dog fashion show, where I had to wear a cowboy hat and then dog goggles(!), but sometimes she forgets. I don’t mind the colorful collar because that’s one of my outfits when I dog dance.


I forgot to mention the cats. When people come visit they hide. Alice had little kitty collars for them too, but no one saw them, and no one took any pictures of them, so you’ll just have to use your imagination. Personally, I thought they looked stupid, wearing collars.

This year’s party went on too long for my taste. I was interacting and even dancing with them, and then I got tired and just wanted everyone to go home!


Alice won best costume for dressing as Frida Kahlo; she was pretty cool looking. Wayne was Bacchus, god of wine.


The theme this year was to come as your idol. There was Marilyn Monroe, Garth of Wayne’s World, the Pope, a lounge singer, Lao Tzu, Gaia, Jerry Garcia, Bovina, the cow, Groucho Marx, El Presidente de Mexico, Gary Cooper, and others I forgot already.

People sure can act strange! I’m glad this time only comes once a year. I like being just a regular guy dog.

Woof!

Morgan,
Summit Assistance Dog, 2002
(As dictated to Alice, his person)