#maggievacation - More Adventures!

My name is Maggie.  I am better than dog.  I am able to do great things.  You will know this from what I did today.

First, I took grandma and grandpa out and showed them how to wash their truck.  Here, you see me instructing grandma on how to wash the truck bed.  Here I was inspecting her work and gave her some pointers on how to improve her technique:

After vehicle washing, we went to lunch on the patio of John and Mary's Pizzeria.  Grandma and grandpa recommended this place, and they brought me my own kibble for lunch while they ate some sort of obnoxious grilled eggplant thingy.

On to better things.  We decided to drive over to Fort Hale Park, also known as Fort Nathan Hale.  Here, grandma and I are entering the park:

Fort Nathan Hale is a 20-acre city park located on the east shore of New Haven Harbor in New Haven, Connecticut. It includes the site of a 1659 fort and a Revolutionary War-era fort. The fort was named after Nathan Hale, Connecticut's official hero. Since 1921, the site has been owned by the state of Connecticut. It has been used as a park and maintained as a historical site by the City of New Haven.

Now, frankly, I don't care too much about all that history.  I really care more about chasing balls.  Luckily, there is a great bark park there, where we chased balls until I couldn't stand up any longer.  Here I am laying out the markings for our ball-throwing game:

Now, most dogs simply chase balls.  I, however, enjoy acrobatics.  My favorite trick is to do a somersault as I catch the ball, just like my hero, Chase Utley.

After tiring grandma and grandpa out with ball throwing, I took them over to the playground and showed them how I can climb the stairs:

Then we walked down by the beach.  Here, I'm showing grandma the best way to get your nose inside the shell of a dead horseshoe crab:

But perhaps the most fun is chasing the waves, which I'm very good at:

I know I have many human fans.  Many of them wait at petting stations just to pet me.  I can tell they want my attention because they either stand still or sit.  This man was sitting, and so I came over to let him adore me:

As we drove home from the park, grandpa spotted a view of New Haven across the harbor at the mouth of the Quinnipiac River, and he couldn't resist jumping out of the car to take the photo.  Grandma and I humored him by coming along down to the water's edge:

When we got home, grandma and grandpa said it was time for "Happy Hour."  I know what that means.  It means that it's time for them to make me happy by throwing the tennis ball for me an infinite number of times in the garden behind our house.  They told me they threw the ball at least 1,000 times while grandma drank a beer and grandpa had a glass of wine.  While they didn't move all that fast, I sure did.

Until I didn't.

Then they said it was time to go inside for dinner.  I humored them because, frankly, I didn't have the energy to do anything else.

I wonder what we'll do tomorrow?