Joshua Tree National Park, a scary place for me!

Dad and I went to another one of those parks that don’t let me go on the trails, even with a leash. At least I got to go for a day trip with Dad in the car. That beats sitting around the motorhome and watching the flies land on my nose. I spend a lot of time looking out the car window, but it’s something different to do, so I like it.

Another National Park where I have to stay in the car (most of the time).

This park has a lot of strange looking short trees and big rounded rocks. Dad calls it Joshua Tree National Park. Dad says it’s in the very large high desert called Mojave in Southern California (that’s a place where not many animals live, except under ground because it’s so hot all the time.)

I barked at these strange looking things. I was afraid they would attack us!

It’s not a very long drive from Silent Valley Club, about an hour East by car. On the way there were a very lot of really tall, thin, white poles with moving sticks on top. I barked at them because they were kind of scary, but Dad says they are windmills that humans use to make power from the wind. While I was barking, Dad called me Don Quixote. Dad says he was an old near-sighted man that used to attack windmills because he thought they were attacking soldiers.

There's a lot of trees and funny rocks here.

Not very many humans were at this park today. Dad and I stopped a lot so he could, yes, you guessed it again, TAKE PHOTOS. He likes to take photos of the strange trees and rocks. The trees have scales on them and grow in twisted shapes. The rocks are big and look like giant monsters to me. They are rounded and grouped together so that they appear to me to be a large number of very large scary squirrels or some other type of scary thing. Because there were so few humans around, Dad would let me run off-leash near the car. There were lots of strange smells there. I know I smelled coyote and some type of squirrels, but there were still a lot of things I couldn’t identify. Very interesting to say the least!

The San Andreas Fault can be seen along the black line. It marks where the land moves opposite on each side. Scary!

We drove a long way to the top of a big hill that overlooked all of the world (or at least Palm Springs says Dad). From there we also saw a very interesting thing he called the San Andreas Fault. This is a big line of small mountains and crevasses that marks where the land on the South moves in an opposite direction from the land on the North. I don’t think I want to play near it because it might catch me and swallow me up. Dad says it shakes the ground when it moves and creates earthquakes. He says in 3 million years the land we are looking at will be 100 miles further East. (I don’t think I’ll be here to see it. I’ll probably be in Idaho by then.)

Dad said there was a small squirrel over that wall. I gotta see for myself!


The Antelope Squirrel uses his tail to shade him from the hot desert sun!

Dad let me out at the top so I could see an interesting little squirrel. Dad said it was a small Antelope Squirrel. It uses it’s large tail to shade itself from the sun. (Good idea, maybe I should do that!) It was quite inviting, but Dad said I couldn’t run after it because it was protected in the National Park. It was fun to stare at it though. He stared back at me and we just sat there for quite a while wondering what the other would do. Eventually Dad put my leash on and walked me around the parking lot where I could smell a lot of interesting things. That’s one of the fun parts about going on a car trip. You get to smell new and exciting smells and see new animals.

See the little Antelope Squirrel. We each wondered what the other would do!

We left the hill and went along a long dirt road called Queens road. Dad stopped and let me out without a leash because there were no humans around and he knew I wouldn’t run away or after any small creature. I just smelled around and looked at the strange trees. They looked like thin humans with many arms. Scary! Dad says the Joshua Tree is well adapted to the very hot and dry desert and that’s why it looks so strange. We had lunch there and enjoyed the quiet and watched the clouds roll in. (Dad gave me some of his crackers.) I think there was a storm coming in because lots of very dark clouds were filling the sky above.

We stopped here for lunch and I got to sniff around and look at the trees that looked like humans with lots of arms.


I barked at this. I thought it looked like a big dog! Dad says it was really a bunch of eroded rocks.

Some of the rocks look like animals. I started barking at one because it looked like a big dog. Dad assured me that it was just a bunch of rocks, but I was not sure. Another one looked like a human skull. This is a scary place. I want to go home! If that wasn’t enough to drive me away, watch out for the sticky plants. Dad calls them cactus and they grow all over the place. They have long sharp spikes that will go all the way through my coat and pinch me! Ouch!! A guy has to watch where he steps out here. Plus Dad says I always have to watch out for the Rattlesnakes because they can bite me and kill me. I don’t want to be killed, so let’s go home!

Don't you think this looks like a big scary human? Nope, it's just rocks.

The cactus poke you in the skin and hurt! Watch where you walk around here.

After this trip, I don’t think I’ll worry about staying in the car so much. It’s a lot safer in the car and I can still smell some things from a distance! We had a long boring ride home on the fast highway. But we stopped at a rest stop and I got to see these 3 small dogs that the owners said they rescued from far-away in Chile. I don’t know why they were in a bowl of Chili , but hey, stranger things have happened.

I was ready to leave! Dad let's go. Is that a rattlesnake?

I was glad to see Mom again after such a scary trip and she was glad to see me (as usual).

Well, hope you enjoyed my report. Stay away from Joshua Tree National Park if big rocks scare you like they did me! Dad likes it there because it is quiet and there are a lot of interesting textures and shapes to photograph. He wants to visit in Spring so he can see more birds that travel through the park. I think I'll stay home.

Arf

Reggie

Snowing at Silent Valley Club

Our RV in the snow at Silent Valley Club, near Banning, CA.

I’m sure I’ve told you about snow before. I was born in snow country and generally I like it. Snow is like rain that doesn’t make noise or get you wet (much). Snow is friendly unlike rain which gets you all wet and smelly and cold. You can walk in snow without running away from it like you do in rain. The colder it is outside, the better the snow behaves. You can shake it off when you feel it starting to get wet on your fur. Dad just brushes it off his jacket, and Mom slings her head around to get rid of it, kinda like I do.

It snowed this week in our RV Park at Silent Valley (CA).

This week we had a lot of snow while we were in Silent Valley. At first, the snow was nice. Dad and I walked through the entire park while it was snowing. I would shake every so often, and I didn’t get wet. The snow tickles my paws and feels good to walk in it at first. I can see my paw prints if I stop to look back. It’s fun to see where you’ve been! Well, Dad took pictures (what else), and I tried to sniff the remaining p-mail before it was covered by the snow. P-mail gets faint after a lot of snow falls, so I was in a hurry to sniff before the ground was clean smelling.

I like to look back and see where I've been in the snow.

I like to roll in the snow. It scratches my head and back for me!

When the snow gets thicker, I like to roll in it. I did this as a puppy and it still feels good. When it gets colder, it even feels better to roll in, because it scratches my back real good! It also feels good to just lie down in it. With my thick coat, it’s just right for me.

Sometimes the snow gets deep, like here at RedRock RV Park. Hmm. it says 26 inches. What's that in paw widths?

Even when the snow piles up thick, I can smell things beneath it. It’s fun to dig in because it’s so easy, and you don’t get dirty. I smell ground squirrels in their holes. Dad thinks its amazing that I can find the holes so quickly. But, I never see a squirrel. I think he hides when he hears me digging.

Sometimes you can barely see the motorhome when it snows.

Sometimes, the snow falls so heavy that you can’t even see the motorhome. Snow is white and so is our motorhome, so if it wasn’t for my ability to smell, I’d get lost then. That happened a couple years ago at Silent Valley. It snowed so hard that everything looked white in front of me. I was shaking my coat every minute to get that darn snow off my back.

I slip on the ice and don't like it. I want to be in control of where I go!

Once the snow falls and then it gets dark and then light again, often the snow is very hard on top. (Dad says it freezes because it gets so cold.) It tricks you because you start to walk on it and BOW you fall all four feet to the ground. It kinda scares me a little bit and it’s no fun to walk a couple steps not knowing if you are going to fall at every paw step. When that happens, I try to find where Dad has walked and I follow in his BIG footsteps. He wears extra big shoes in the snow and I can find a place to walk where he has pressed the snow to the ground.

I love to run in the snow.

Sometimes, I’ll run in the snow and suddenly my legs go every which way and I’m sliding without any control. Dad says I hit ice. I don’t like to slide on ice. I like to know where I’m going to end up before I start, and you just can’t trust ice to lead you to the right place! Sometimes we see little kids riding the ice and snow down a hill and screaming. I’m not sure if they are having fun or just scared, but it happens a lot.

Oh yes, another hazard of snow is the big clumps that come from trees. I was running under the trees and suddenly I was half buried in a bunch of snow that came from the sky. At first I thought Dad had thrown a GREAT BIG snowball at me (he throws small ones), but Dad says the “widow maker” did it. Dad says a “widow maker” is what you call a lot of snow that falls out of the tree on top of you.

This is embarrassing! Dad says I should have gone into the outhouse. Not my style!

This week, the snow came down the next day too and took away our power. Dad doesn’t like it when it takes away our power. Dad and Mom need power to use their computers and their TVs and their Microwaves and their lights and their heat. I don’t really need power. I’m self-contained, I guess. But humans are different. We have to run the smelly and noisy generator that makes our own power, and it costs money that Dad says takes away from my treats. I don’t like it either! So for 78 hours we were without power. We couldn’t go out much either because it was hard to walk in the deep snow. It was cold at night for Mom and Dad, but it doesn’t bother me. (Remember, I have a permanent coat on me!)

We walked all over the RV Park after the storm. That's our motorhome.

We took a long walk the next morning and Dad took lots of photos and I got to roll around in 4 paw widths of snow. I like to see the park when its all white. I can see the tree squirrels real easy too. They scurry across the snow and jump into the Oak trees before I can get them. The sky was clear and the trees were full of snow.

I like Silent Valley when it snows.

After a couple days though, snow is no longer my friend. It gets really wet and cold on my paws and makes mud which Mom and Dad have to clean off my paws before I come into the motorhome. Plus the trees start to rain and I get wet again. Yuck! Ice is everywhere and I slip and slide. So, I like to stay inside then and listen to the sounds of Dad and Moms creaking chairs, and look out the window for squirrels. They are looking for buried nuts that they hide just for this occasion. Also, the birds are digging for seed that Dad threw out to them.

My feet are getting cold!

Snow is OK, as long as there isn’t too much of it. Anyway, it goes away soon and then I’m back to sniffing as usual.

Dad and Mom say to wish you all a Merry Christmas. Maybe next time they’ll tell me what that means and I can say it with a little more meaning, but until then,

Merry Christmas.

Arf

Reggie

Doggie Shopping

PetCo and PetSmart are my favorite stores for shopping. Shop and Sniff I call it.

You might think that all I do is lie around and sleep. Nope. I also shop. Yep. Shop. There are a few stores that allow me inside and I love to shop and sniff. All I have to do is point and if Dad or Mom thinks its something I can use, well, they might get it for me. (That's not very often.)

You humans celebrate this time of year that Dad calls Christmas as a time to shop and give gifts to each other (you have to have an excuse for shopping don't you?). Well, there are humans and dogs that I'd like to give gifts to also. So, this weekend Dad and Mom took me to PetCo to do some shopping. Now I must admit that the human gifts are limited in that place. But, hey, what human wouldn't like a nice pull-toy?

The closest to gift-giving that us dogs have is usually bringing a dead squirrel or chipmunk to you or maybe we will take you to a nice piece of road kill. We are kind of limited in our gift making and gift giving. But that doesn't mean that we don't have feelings for sharing with others. We appreciate what you humans provide for us and if we had an opposable thumb, we'd make gifts to give you too.

Going to PetSmart or PetCo is a real treat for me. Most stores are too dog-phobic to allow me in, but not them. They get their business from us, so why not let us in. The worst that can happen is a little p-mail scattered here and there, or an occasional poop in the corner. Humans are good at cleaning up, so what harm is that. Of course, ever so often a couple dogs get into a scrap, but that's rare.

I love the smells of the dog food section. But I don't open the bags. Honest!

My favorite place in PetCo is the food section. I just love the smells that come from all the bags and boxes. Of course, I can't open them or even sample them, but us dogs get a lot of pleasure from the smells, so it's a fun place to visit. I point at a lot of them, but Dad says no. (He gets the same boring food that I eat all the time from CostCo without my consultation.)

I like the toys in the pet store. Buy me one please!!!

My second favorite spot at PetCo is the toy section. Gosh there are a lot of toys for us dogs. There are toys to pull, to squeak, to chew, to chase, to cuddle, to smell, and those to bat around with our paws. I got Dad to buy a pull toy for my girl friend Casey. Hope she likes it. We can pull it together when I see her in February. I also got him to get me a squeaky toy.

Clothes are for humans, not dogs.

Clothes are not good. There is a big clothes section for dogs there. HELLO. Have you humans noticed that we have fur? We don't need anything else, thank you. However, I guess humans just have to have us look like them, so some people dress their dogs up in stupid looking outfits that make them look like a deformed human clown. Besides, most of the clothes for dogs won't fit a big guy like me. I guess the little dogs can't fight back very good, so they have the brunt of this human fetish and they have to wear what is put on them!

Some dogs have to dress up for humans. I won't be one of them. We have fur.

They also have lots and lots of leashes and collars. Big, small, sparkly, patterned, leather, plastic, cloth, pointed, etc. Leashes and collars are not all bad. Don't get me wrong. I'd prefer not to have a leash or a collar, but if you are going to buy one, get a nice looking one that is comfortable, (please no sharp, pointed thingees in my collar), color coordinated (for the human eye), and a leash that is really really long. As the one human made item I am forced to wear, I want it to look and feel good. Don't get those stupid retractable leashes as they hurt a lot when the human lets go of it at about 25 feet and it springs back and hits me on the back of the head. One of those hit mom once in the eye and gave her a black eye. For Christmas, I got Mom a nice long 10 foot leash. I hope she'll like it (and quit using that 5 foot leash.)

Mom, look at this rad PINK leash.

I got Dad a box of IAMS treats because he likes to give them to me so much. I hope he likes it.

For Dad, that's harder, because they don't have cameras in PetCo. So, I got him a nice box of IAMs treats. He loves them because he can give them to me when I'm good (which is most of the time, I must say).

Dad, we really need this sign. Can you buy it for me? Please..Please Please..

I also like to visit PetCo and PetSmart because I get to see a lot of other dogs. Some are having their coats trimmed, and some are riding in carts, and some are just sniffing around like me. The fish are fun to watch too. The birds are off-limits, because Dad says I'd scare them, but I always hear them in the distance. Pet stores like this are lots of fun for dogs. I hope your human takes you there too. Maybe we will meet. I'll have to leave my p-mail outside, but you'll smell it.

Did I say I like Pig Ears? They aren't safe for me, but hey, lifes a risk anyway.

So, I'm ready for Christmas. Mom got a tiny tree that she put bright and shiny strings on and she's playing music that makes her jumpy and happy, so I guess life is good here.

No..No.. No.. I already have ears. Please take this off!

Arf, (and Merry Christmas Shopping)

Reggie

Rain

Rain, Rain, Go Away and come back NEVER!!

I can't type this outside because it's raining. So, I'm sitting on the couch and typing it looking out the wet window. I thought it might be interesting for you to know a dog's view of rain. Well, for one thing, it certainly disturbs my day. I normally go outside during most of the day to watch for squirrels and birds. But when it rains, I have to stay inside our motorhome. Sometimes I can still look for squirrels out the window, but often it's too hard to see outside and besides, the squirrels don't like to play in the rain either.

I don't mind getting wet in the river, but not from rain. I think I like it to be on my terms!

Rain is... well, wet. Us dogs don't like to get their fur wet, unless it's doing something like swimming and chasing a stick. Also, Mom and Dad don't like my wet fur because they say it's smelly. (I think it smells good.. ) So when I get caught in the rain outside, Mom and Dad always make me stop at the top of the motorhome stairs while they put a white towel on me to dry me. They pick up each paw and make sure it's clean and dry before they let me go further in the motorhome. They are especially demanding when we are in Utah and the ground there is red. My paws are even redder after a rain there and make nice dark spots on the pavement or carpet But, even after cleaning my paws they call me a "wet dog" (in a rather condescending tone I must say. I had to look up that big word, but it fits.)

The rain makes this invisible rainbow that only Dad and Mom can see in the sky. (so says Dad).

Dad sometimes gets excited when it's raining and runs outside with his camera to take a photo of something he calls a rainbow. I can't see a thing and I really think he's imagining this, but it makes him happy and I'm OK with that. Also, I've learned that when the big light, takes a nap and goes away, and it gets dark outside, it might be wanting to rain. So when we are on a walk and this happens, Mom and Dad say, let's get back to the motorhome before we get wet. I try to tell them I won't melt in the rain, but I am thankful that I don't get soaked (sometimes we don't make it though).

When the big light in the sky goes to sleep and everything gets dark, expect rain and head for the motorhome!

When it rains, Mom and Dad like to play with me more too. I get one of my favorite toys and we play "keep-away". I run up to one of them and they try to take it from me. If they pull hard I'll growl (not meaning to really scare the), and pull back hard. Sometimes I let them have it so they won't feel bad and they throw it and I pick it up again. Something about the rain makes Mom and Dad want to play with me. That parts fun.

Sometimes the rain scares me. That's when it rains real hard and it makes a lot of noise on the roof of the motorhome. I sometimes thinks the roof will fall in on us. Sometimes the rain is so hard it sounds like a hundred woodpeckers on the roof all pecking at once. (Dad says that noise is sometimes made by a very cold and icy rain or hail. Then the ground gets all white for a short time.) When the rain or hail is like that Mom and Dad can't hear their TV and I just bury my head under the pillow. But something that scares me more is the noise that sometimes comes along with the noisy rain. I didn't used to be afraid of the noise until last summer when it was so loud I could feel all my bones rattle. I don't understand how my ears can make my bones shake? I buried my head under Dad's arm and when he got up I ran to the bedroom and hid in the corner. It was very loud, and there was a very bright flash at the same time. Scary, I must say again, but it went away and I haven't heard it since. I suspect that the sound is an angry monster-sized dominant dog that lives in the sky above. What else could it be? And what did I do to deserve his wrath? There was that cute gal that I sniffed the day before at the RV Park. Maybe she belonged to him?

The road was taken away by the creek during the rain at Lytle Creek in 2005. We couldn't leave until humans brought the road back.

A couple of years ago we were staying in the Mountain Lake RV resort in Lytle Creek, California and it rained and rained and rained for 7 days without stopping. That presented a problem for Dad and Mom (and me). Since they like to take me outside to pee and poop, someone was going to get wet, a lot. (If they'd just let me do it in the motorhome I'd be OK. Since they pick it up anyway, what's the diff?) So we went out and just got wet. For 7 days I'd have to get wiped down paw by paw every time we came back to the motorhome. Dad and Mom would be dripping and all their clothes were wet too. Then, at the end of the 7th day it stopped and we walked along the road to find it was gone into the creek. The water in Lytle Creek had become so large that it took some of the road with it. Since that was the only way to go out of the town with our motorhome, we stayed a few extra days until the humans could find the road and bring it back. Oh, we also lost all power for a couple days too. That was nice though. No TV noise to deal with.

When the rains stops everything is fresh and clean.

Once the rain stops we take a walk, and everything smells nice and clean, and most of my p-mail messages are gone, so I start over, making sure I've marked all the old familiar places again. You do have to stay away from the trees for a while, because it is still raining in them. The puddles of water are nice too. I can see myself in them and get to play a game where I jump over them. Dad thinks I'm trying to step in them, but I really want to jump over them.

The squirrels like the freshness after the rain.

The birds and squirrels come out again and they seem to be happier after a rain. Everything is washed bright and clean and the sky is blue and it has fluffy white clouds that make shapes of dogs and cats and squirrels and other things. I like to watch the clouds and see my favorite shapes. I even barked at one that looked like a cow once.

After a rain the clouds form shapes. This one looks like a dog to me. I barked at it and it went away!

It's fun to walk in Silent Valley Club after the rain. Watch out of the trees, they are still raining!

Sometimes the creeks have water that I can drink from and jump in after a good long rain. Of course, if they are too big, you have to stay out of them because it will carry me away with it (to where I don't know, but I don't want to find out.)

One other thing I can say about rain is that it certainly relieves the boredom for a while, unless it keeps raining and then that gets boring too. But, if things get too bad, I just sleep and dream about my favorite gals, and chasing cows and squirrels, and snuggling up next to Mom or Dad.

I just sleep and dream when the rain gets too boring!

Stay dry!

Arf

Reggie

Shhhh.. it's Silent (valley) out here

Silent Valley club from above.

I'm now at one of my favorite spots in this country, the Silent Valley club. Dad tells me that it is in Southern California, up in the San Jacinto mountains. I can tell that by all the trees, rocks, squirrels, birds, and fresh air. Silent Valley club as Dad calls it has a lot of humans that belong to it. A club is kinda like a very large pack of dogs that come together in a very big den to play. There are lots of things here to play for humans and dogs too.

We walk around the Silent Valley club every morning.

It's a very large place. It takes us an hour and sometimes more to walk around the roads each morning. Of course, I slow Dad down a bit because I like to stop and, yes, you guessed it, sniff. There are so many dogs here that you could think of it as a club for dogs. Almost every human brings at least one and often 2 or 3 dogs with them, along with their tiny humans. I get so many p-mail messages left for me that each day's walk is an exciting time for me. Oh, if you don't know, p-mail is what Dad and I call the "marking" smells left by my fellow dogs. It's because it contains a lot of information for me. It tells me how big the dog is, how old it is, what sex it is, what mood it is in, and a few other things that I like to keep secret, just between us dogs. I usually leave a reply so the next dog will know I've been there and have read the messages. SVC has p-mail under every bush, on every tree trunk and at every lamp post.

I like to watch the birds and squirrels outside the motorhome at Silent Valley.

During the day, when we aren't walking around, I like to sit outside the motorhome and watch the squirrels, the birds and the humans. Even though it's quiet up here in the winter time, there is always something to see and smell. The trees shade me from the sun, so outside is a great place for me to be. Sometimes I'll see a gopher, a coyote, or even a raccoon. Mom and I even saw a mountain lion in a small canyon here a couple years back. Of course, I'd protect Mom from the mountain lion if he got mean.

My favorite critters to chase, the Gray Squirrel in Silent Valley Club.

Dad says that humans like it here because it is in the mountains, away from the noise, bad smells and congestion of the nearby Los Angeles area. Humans like it here because it has two swimming pools (not for dogs, but it smells pretty bad anyway so I wouldn't like it. Dad says the smell is chlorine, a toxic chemical!), hot tubs (not for dogs, but hey, who wants to boil in water anyway?), a fishing pond for the tiny humans (dogs can't swim there either, but ducks do!), places to eat, places to buy food to eat, places to play human games (like table pool, tennis, miniature golf, and play area for tiny humans). There are lots of open spaces and lots of little canyons to explore too. Us dogs don't need so much to make us happy, but humans are different. You have to give them something to do or they go crazy and destroy things.

The humans like to get wet at Silent Valley Club.

Sometimes we take a very long walk in the hills above the valley that surrounds the RV park. This takes us almost one and a half hours and boy am I exhausted after that up and down walk. There are lots of smells and I know we will see a coyote on the walk. We never see any other humans so it makes us feel like its our own path (shared with the coyotes of course).

The view on our private path above the Silent Valley Club.

Dad likes to photograph the birds. He usually puts out a feeder for them and sits back and waits for them to come. There are lots of different birds here according to Dad, including the Acorn Woodpecker, Nutall's Woodpecker, nuthatches, "Red Shafted" Northern Flicker, Black-eyed Junco, White-Crowned Sparrow, Spotted Towhee, California Towhee, Audubons' Yellow-rumped Warbler, Mountain Blue Jay, Scrub Jay, Cooper's Hawk, Red-tailed Hawk, House finch, Lesser Goldfinch, Ravens, Red-winged Blackbirds, Brewer's Blackbird and many more. To me, a bird is a bird is a bird. But.. you've heard that before. I'm glad Dad has something to do that he likes.

Dad and Mom also like it here because it is so quiet after Thanksgiving. Of 850 places, often only 30 or 40 are taken by humans. (The rest are occupied by numerous Gray Squirrels, woodpeckers and Mountain jays.) Also, they like the way the sites are laid out. They are random, spaced far apart and not side-by-side. So when someone does come next to you, its not like you are in a normal RV Park. It's like you are camping, in the mountains, as you are.

Our motorhome at Silent Valley Club.

The weather is another wonderful thing about this place. When it rains, its fun to sit in the motorhome and watch the rain come down. Then, when it stops, it's great to walk in the fresh air with the glistening clean trees and splash in the many creeks. Usually there is fog in the morning after a rain that create God beams as the sun shines through the trees. It is also crisp and cool in the winter, but the sun is usually shining and the sky is bright and blue. The nights have many stars and the moon is wonderful to look at on a clear night. and it's so quiet at night! Mom walks me around at midnight and there are pretty lamp posts that light our way.

I love to roll around in the snow at Silent Valley Club.


I like to dig in the snow too!

One of my favorite things to happen here is snow. You know I was born in Colorado in the snow and when it snows here, it reminds me of my first home. I love to roll around in it and get snow on my nose. It doesn't snow too often and not too deep, but one time we had over 9" in one night. That was exciting. I could bury my whole head in it! If you want more snow, Dad and Mom can take me to Idyllwild, not far away, but it's another couple thousand feet higher and they usually get a lot of snow. We walk around the little town and it's a nice place to visit according to Mom.

Silent Valley club has lots of open space to play in.

Silent Valley is a wonderful place for dogs and humans too. We stay about 30 days at a time so I think of it as home in the winter. It's a nice place to rest for the traveling we will do in the early Spring.

Dad has a website with more pictures of the Silent Valley Club (see his link on this blog). If you are ever near us here, come visit. They let anyone join their club and there's plenty of room.

Arf,

Reggie