To be a Kite

Good evening dear readers. I am learning how to be a kite. Although this may sound a strange endeavor, have you ever been 11.5 lbs of fur in southwestern Wyoming? I didn't think so. The wind here is ferocious. Good thing I'm ferocious too. I will not that howling beast win. No, friends, I will simply be one with the wind, and fly as a kite with my streamlined flappy ears.

Today Judes took me to the Green River. There was a big "GR" on one of the mountains. Judes told me it stands for "Grand Rockingham," which would be completely understandable had I not read the sign saying otherwise. Silly Judes.

Check out the cool rocks:

I think this one is called "castle rock." I'll have to check my notes. 

After that, we went to the bark park. 

Judes is obviously trying very hard to make me feel better. I had fun on our adventures today, even though I barked at some of the bigger dogs at the park. But I'm still very itchy! I sure hope Judes can figure out what's wrong soon so I can feel better. 

In the meantime, I've got some kite skills to work on.