HELP!  I’ve been locked up in a tomato cage.  I am at dog camp, and Anne went off to take pictures and left us trapped amongst the pines, near the lake, with only the fresh air to smell, in this teeny, tiny cage.  I know she is having a bad tomato year, but this must be illegal.  Or at least there must be some sort of citation or violation or misdemeanor of some sort for this kind of transgression that someone must know of especially at Lake Tahoe.  Please, someone, call the National Tomato Society or the American Horticultural Society or even a local plant group and get me uncaged.  I know I said the next post wouldn’t be about me, but I am beside myself.  I want a stick.  I want to run.  I want to be in Lake Tahoe.


          Scenes from Camp Winnaribbun.

If you are a dog looking at these photos, this is the real deal, and you best start begging your owner to come next year, because you will have the time of your life and so will she or he.


I am smack dab in the center of the Doggie Promised Land, A.K.A. Lake Tahoe, Camp Winnaribun, DOG CAMP!  Ella told me a lot about this place.  Not being one to exaggerate, she convinced me that this trip was something to anticipate, and she was BEYOND excited to be coming again.  Personally, I like to make my own assessment of things, because depending on your breed, temperament, and lifestyle, I just may not see eye to eye with you.  I mean if you have to be blown dry before having your picture taken or carried during a hike or want the ball thrown the 200th time even though your tongue is about to fall out, I just might not agree with you.  But Holy Shmoly, Ella was right!  This is dog heaven on earth no matter what makes your tail wag.

First, I met the famous camp director, Lory Kolhmoos, who greeted me like one of her own border collies.  She was very sweet to me and didn’t flinch at my bad breath.  She thinks I have a lot of border collie in me, and she’s an EXPERT on these issues.  She called me liver coated.  I’m not so crazy about that description of my color.  I prefer chocolate.  Chocolate Ollie.  That sounds yummier.  I saw Anne and Lory whispering together, and I was thinking that Lory just might be saying I needed treats every three hours sorta like some humans are doing these days.  That seems like a great idea to me.  But no.  Apparently, she took one look at me and told Anne I could slim down.  I was stunned.  Me!  Slim down.  Isn’t that a turn of events.  What Anne doesn’t know is that when Ella doesn’t finish her breakfast, I’ve been chowing down.  Five pounds.  I’m not going to worry about it.

Here are some photos of my adventures at camp.  We’ll be posting more camp photos soon.  Photos minus me.  I just wanted to share with you my first camp adventure at this great dog camp.

More dog photos may be seen at

I followed the goldens and Ella down to the lake, but I wasn’t quite sure what all the HOOPLA was about.  They were just clambering to get through the gate.  The exhilaration was palpable.

Then all the balls on a rope came out and were whizzing over my head through the air into the water.  It was a mass of dashing fur as the goldens dove into the water.  My head was spinning with delight and confusion.

I decided to join the golden fray in their mad splash to toys.  My competitive juices were flowing.  My swimming still needs some improvement, but I think I might be able to hang with them.

The golden quadruplets watched the toy from the dock, but I thought if I stood reeaaaalllllly close, bottom left, I might have a better chance at it.  How is it that they all had the same idea?  How is it that they all carry themselves with such aplomb?  I’d love to be that poised and self assured.  I was feeling somewhat uncertain but game.

Ella was having one of the happiest days of her life.

So I challenged her to chase the stick with me, a game she taught me.

Anne wanted to take a little siesta at the end of the dock.  I really wanted her to throw me the stick.  I’m feeling a little obsessed about chasing the stick.  The stick.  The Stick.  The STICK.  I think Lory is right about me.  I think I am an Ollie chocolate border collie.  This is my first dock.  I’m not quite understanding its purpose.  It ends.  Stops at nothing.  Then you have to turn around and go back.  The stick.  I’d like to chase the stick. I decided to shake some water on Anne.  That outta wake her up.  The stick, please.




I’ve been hearing about this hike in the Sierra but never expected it to be sooooooo much fun.  The air was filled with the smell of evergreens and the crispness was so different than the city air.  There was endless room to run.  The landscape was rugged and beautiful.  We passed lots of mountain lakes.  It was late for flowers, but they were everywhere.  It was dog heaven.

Here I am at our destination, Penner Lake, a quite spectacular sight.  I am quite pleased at myself for climbing this mountain.  I think that I will go take a dip in that refreshing-looking lake.

Holy Toledo!  Why didn’t someone tell me that the lake was filled with ice water?  I think I may turn into an icicle before I make it back to shore.  I could be frozen in place with this crazy, panicked look on my face.  What an indignity!  Someone will need to thaw me out.  That hairy Ella has so much fur the water probably never penetrates to her skin, which is why she looks so calm.  I am a more delicate doggie.

Finally, I got used to the cold water or just got numb and retrieved sticks. Oh, I love to do that, but next time I am going to bring a wetsuit.

Then a beautiful mermaid emerged from the deep, emerald depths and floated nearby for a bit.  I wasn’t quite sure if she was going to take my stick away, so I stayed close to shore.

At the end of the day, Anne wanted a nice family photo. I put on my best goofball expression to try and get that zero Ella to laugh. You’d think that after all those treats Anne lugged up the mountain for us that Ella could at least turn around and smile for one half second, but no, she just turned away with that expressionless look she wears most of the time as if she couldn’t be bothered.  I tell you, sometimes she just needs a time out.

See, even when she smells a delicious flower she has no expression.  Isn’t this field beautiful!

Back in the car, we were asleep in a minute.

Zzzzzzzzz.  Dreaming of my perfect day and my next hike.



I love the weekends.  Long walks, a picnic, and my first ticks!  My ears are my favorite body part. They are quite spectacular.  They are super funny.  They show off my speed.  I think that is why I am faster than Ella.  My ears are aerodynamic.  Hers are stuck up.  As in straight up.  So they catch a lot of wind.  She’d probably be better at sailing than me.

We saw swarms and gaggles of bugs.  At least this kind didn’t bite.

I thought that if I gave her my most mesmerizing cute look that she’d let me lick the bowl.  It worked!


I think Ella won this game, but I’m not exactly sure.  We were playing “Simon Says.”  My first time.  I don’t know who Simon is?  And I don’t know why I was supposed to be paying attention to him.  If he had called the game, “Simon has a treat for you,” I would definitely have understood what was going on.  It involved a lot of stopping and starting and seemed like an exercise in futility.  Someone I think it was about sitting and staying and maybe being obedient, but not so fun.