So, typing on my blog…with paws…is…really…REALLY…hard. Just had to let that out there.
This weekend my mom, her parents (I thought I was the only one who had them), and Aunt Amanda went to the Serengeti, but I couldn’t go because they were afraid that the other bigger animals might want to have me for lunch (I’m part hotdog, you know).
The Serengeti is full of wild and really big animals and they could be dangerous for a little dog like me, so instead I hung out with two Tanzanian canine buddies of mine in Mwanza, and even though they’re Tanzanian we could still talk because we all speak bark, you see.
The first thing we did was check out the area for anything dangerous like ants, or siafu (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siafu) as they are known here, and other insect nests, like bees or wasps, which are common in Africa. It’s important to know this because there aren’t many animal doctors nearby and we should know what to do if we get injured by them.
On Sunday we did what we do best, which is eat and rest our bodies (chasing birds in one’s mind is hard work). Luckily my dog sitter, Marcel, does this well so the rest of the weekend looked like this: