2016 Dear Diary
November 14, 2016
My people are sad, thus I am sad. I am confused (so what’s new?) Why are they sad? We had a great weekend away! I got to hike some cool trails- not too hard on my bad leg, but with lots of rocks and boulders and ocean all around! They are taking all the good stuff out of the camper. Why? OMG! Is this the end? Is camping over? Forever? But…but…but…please tell me it isn’t so…please…
I heard something about “ in the spring”, “next trip”, “when we hit the road for good”. Okay, I will hold on to these vague phrases and hope that someday, we will be back in “Our Home”.
In the meantime, check out these photos of my humans being silly!
They tell me all the time I am “spoiled rotten”, which sounds like a bad thing, but life is pretty sweet for me. I don’t understand, but I am more than willing to play the sad, down in the dumps puppy considering all the extra attention and goodies I can score out of them. 
Sadly confused,
Rhylee
October 30, 2016
Dear Diary,
OMG!! Where have they taken me now? We must be in Alaska, or at the very least Canada! The snow is up to my belly and I don’t like it. And on top of that, they strapped a butt ugly orange vest thingy on me every time I went out the door. I think they were making me a target…I just don’t understand. My humans were saying it was for hunter safety, but I don’t know how anyone could miss me dressed like this! UGH!
mmmmmm…..nothing like drinking water from an icy cold Maine stream! Btw, that orange vest? It keeps me warm and dry- don’t tell my humans, okay? My role as a disabled, addled, elderly dog plays quite well with them.
Apparently, we are in training for something…I dunno what, ‘cause I thought we were headed out of cold, snowy weather, not into it.
As always,
Your confused,
Rhylee 
October 10, 2016
Dear Diary,
Rhylee
I am a leaf peeper! A short hike up Center Hill to some awesome viewpoints. And of course, two dogs off leash gave me cause to speak up- and, guess what? My people let me bark at them! From the camper to Warren to Hope…life is so confusing, but so long as my people are with me I can handle it. When do we get to go again?
as always, confused,
Rhylee
Sept. 5, 2016
Dear Diary,
Very little to report here; life is quiet and good. We went camping in the wilderness, but no big animals did I see. I was allowed to wander around off leash at the campsite; I did keep one eye out for wild danger though. Some ducks barked at me, so I barked “hello” back and got scolded…go figure. My sore leg is getting better, my people keep making me walk on it- they can be so annoying at times.
We came home after three days…why?
Confused, as usual,
Rhylee
August 22, 2016
Dear Diary,
Things were going along just fine, for days and days. I mean look at the date of my last entry; things have been really quiet, a bit too quiet if you ask me. We’ve moved around a lot, not sure what THAT is all about, but nobody asks me anyway.
So, my humans are starting to act a little odd, something about going home, but I thought this was home? Is it any wonder I am always confused?
We stop at this place with awesome mud! Heck, he never lets me play in the mud, but she, well, she led me right into it. But wait, I have to tell you, it wasn’t all fun- there were lots of dogs and that is such a distraction for me and when I bark “Hello” at them I get in trouble. And there were lots of people and stairs- it was hard work I have to tell you, navigating all of that. Oh, and rocks, did I mention rocks? Falling rocks…
We walked on the ocean floor- whatever that is- but there weren’t any waves, so it is a part of the ocean I like. Over rocks, around rocks, over seaweed- still haven’t figured that stuff out, in the mud, around the mud. It was GREAT! Then we headed up some short stairs, but there was a metal gangplank that I could see through. I don’t like stuff like that, but I climbed it anyway because the walk had been so much fun.
(Have I told you before that I have a bum leg? He calls it a torn ligament- the vet that examined me, mmmm….she gave me a body massage….mmmmm…oh, but I digress.)
Well, go figure, I pull that ligament thingy again and my leg stops working. They get all upset, pamper me, go get special permission to bring the truck down to the shore, oooo and ah over me. I love it! How long can I play this out
So, I am hobbling around these days, and headed “home” wherever that is….
As always, your confused,
Rhylee
August 9, 2016
Dear Diary,
As you can see, raspberry apparently is “my color”. I look marvelous, don’t I?Yes, I do, especially after you read what my humans subjected me to yesterday…
So, we are walking this lovely sandy beach, she’s wading, he’s barely getting his toes wet and they coax me down into the water-oh so very warm and gentle on my paws. And then it happens! He holds me tight on the leash and a big wave just about knocks me over and I get ALL wet. Sand on my face, water up my nose, my dignity bruised to the max. And of course, they laughed. Really?
As if that was the worst of it. Nope. We continue to walk and all of a sudden this BIG, and I mean BIG, German Shephard is in my face and barking his fool head off at me. Well, I barked back, in my meanest Rhylee bark. But then I got scared, I mean, he was BIG, so I scurried behind my people and he picked me up. PHEW. That was close.
One really good thing happened yesterday though- she washed my sandy, salty face with warm water and a soft wash cloth. I think it was like being at a spa, whatever that is.
Yours in confusion,
Rhylee 
August 4, 2016
Dear Diary,
Why? Simply, all I ask is why? After hours of rolling back and forth on roads not meant for dogs (nor for humans), we get stopped, and have to wait in line. Why?
Then we drive forward and my human shuts off the engine. Why? Then we start to move, yet the engine is off and we are in the truck. Why? I look out the window and see nothing but sea. Why? Five minutes later we are on the road again. Ah Ha- a ferry took us across the water. But Why?
Our destination had a long pebbly beach and I was forced to walk it- like walking on ball bearings. Really? But the smells were great!
Confused as always,
Rhylee
July 20, 2016
Dear Diary,
Pretty uneventful week here in Harrington, Maine. As you will see from the pic below, I went for a seaweed spa treatment… 
Always confused,
Rhylee
July 11, 2016
Dear Diary,
My humans tried to drown me Thursday, but I evaded the flood. Let me begin… at the beginning….I have been waiting for this rolling dog house to move for weeks now, they have been letting me sit in it day after day, yet it didn’t move. Finally, we leave, and guess what? I have a brandy new dog seat! Memory foam, styling colors, cozy yet roomy enough for me to kick back.
And then it started, the water cooler shifted as we rounded a corner, and water started dripping down onto the corner of my new seat. Really? She notices and they fix the cooler…or not…and we continue. What’s a little water, right? I’m a dog. A couple of hours later, the cooler has tipped again and now water is collecting in the bottom of my car seat. She takes a towel and stuffs it into the seat and soaks up some of the water. Really? And then they start laughing. Really? Am I to be the butt of their jokes? Is that what I am here for? Great….just great…
And you wonder why I am always confused.
Oh, so you expected a picture of that episode? Not happening. Here I am though, being forced to walk the blank. Will the misery never end?
Confused, but in heaven,
Rhylee
May 30, 2016,
Dear Diary,
Finally I get to go away in the camper with my humans, however it appears there are “issues”.
Still confused, but happy,
Rhylee
May 23, 2016
Dear Diary,
The torture never ends. My human and his friend, take me out to the camper every day, sometimes several times a day and they even let me get in it, or lay under it, yet it never moves. Why? What can the purpose of these daily visits be? Must we build up some sort of immunity to it, before we can go someplace? Or, will it just sit in the dooryard like another lawn ornament to be mowed around?
Confused,
Rhylee
May 1, 2016
Dear Diary,
My human and his friend have dragged me all over this weekend, and yet…I fear the worst is to come. So I have taken refuge in the safest place in the camper.
Confused,
Rhylee
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