In Search of Cows

A very confusing thing happened this weekend.  Mummy started putting our food in little bags and then put the little bags in a bigger bag with our bowls.  Talisker told me that meant we were going on an adventure and at this time of year our humans like to go to a big gathering in a place called Sonoma to test falling over juice.

Being an inquisitive young pup, I got on the writing box to find out a little more about Sonoma.  I discovered that lots of cows are there.  I’ve never met a cow but I know that I’m not one because that’s what Mummy tells me when she catches me eating grass.  Our kennel has lots of grass and I thought that if that’s what they eat, it would be really useful if we could persuade one to come home with us.

The motorized dog carrier went a long way.  It was very boring.  My new teeth are itchy and I couldn’t find anything to scratch them on.  I tried bits of the motorized dog carrier but it really doesn’t taste that good and have to admit to being quite pleased when Mummy found an elk horn for me.

Eventually we stopped at a place with a big sign that said “Gloria Ferrer”.  I hoped I was going to meet a cow but instead we looked at lots of things called vines while our humans tested bubbly falling over juice.  They just looked like nobly sticks in the ground to me.

Next, we went to a falling over juice kennel called Trefethan where I met a cute chick called Ava with a very furry face.  She’d just had her photo taken for a book all about dogs that live at falling over juice kennels.  I asked her if she could introduce me to a cow.  She just laughed and told me that we were in Napa and not many cows hang out there.  Now I was really confused.  I thought we were going to Sonoma.

I had big hopes for meeting a cow at the last stop of the day, Merryvale.  There was a really big water bowl outside the kennel and cows are very big so I assumed it was a special cow water bowl.  Talisker said I have a furtive imagination.  I’m not sure what that word means, but it has “fur” in it so I think it must mean that my imagination is very furry.

Finally the motorized dog carrier pulled up by a kennel that called itself “The Lodge at Sonoma”.  Talisker told me this is a place where humans and dogs sleep when they are far away from their own kennels.  It was way cool.  I completely forgot about trying to find a cow.  We got to nap on a big comfy bed with lots of bags stuffed with bird fur while our humans were at the falling over juice gathering.   We were supposed to restrain the sofa when they got back, but it was not a very active one so I let Talisker tackle it on his own.  I really wanted to stay on the bird fur and made myself very long and thin so our humans wouldn’t notice I was there.

The next day, Talisker and I took Daddy for a morning sniff.  Talisker said the kennel had a big pot of bubbling hot water for cooking humans and we needed to put Daddy in it because he had been toasted the night before.  He didn’t look very crispy to me and I don’t really understand why he needed to be cooked again by a different method, but hey, I’m just a pup and I still have a lot to learn.  At least there was a nice big dog bed for us to rest on while we waited for Daddy to cook.

I thought that since we were now in Sonoma, I would definitely get to see a cow, but adventures are very tiring for a growing guy like me and I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.  Next time we go to Sonoma I’m determined to bring one home with me.

Tobermory