The Cultured Lab - An Evening with Barkley

Every week, in addition to his walks, if it's not pouring or too hot for anyone wearing a fur coat, Barkley and I head out.  We have a couple places where I can throw a toy and he can safely run off leash for a while in safety.  If it's hot out he gets to go to the creek, sometimes with friends.

Afterwards on those trips, if it's just he and I, we will make a stop on our way home for a frozen yogurt. He waits in the car while I dash in and come out with two red bowls.  He gets a little dab of vanilla in a big snoot sized bowl.  He is usually trying to snoot it through the two front seats before I'm even in the truck and then drags the empty container into the back when he's done.

I was driving past the place while running errands the other night and decided to stop and get one. Though, if I'd gotten one for Barkley too,  it would have been completely melted when I got home.  Sorry, buddy.

I felt kind of bad, he's been in the house all day long without company.  There's no telling what kind of mischief he can get into if he's too unoccupied..

Sorting my laundry (hey look, this has tooth sized holes in it, better throw it out).

Bacon Profiling

Or playing secret Black Lab fantasy games.

I am Bored.  Prepare to be assimilated.

But no matter what, he's always waiting for me with a bit happy Lab grin on his face and a wagging tail, just happy to see me.

When I got home, I set my empty yogurt container in the kitchen as I walked in, to toss in the trash when I got settled.

I expecting to be greeted by Mr. Happy Lab, who is usually waiting on the couch in the next room for me.

This was NOT Mr. Happy Lab.  Not only does he spot the empty yogurt dish, he, apparently, can count to two.

Come on Barkley, let's go.  It's been a long day but what's 15 miles to the gallon for your best friend.