Sweet 16

Dad hogged the computer all day yesterday and didn't give me a chance to post anything. I asked him several times, "Ahem! Woof! When can I post something?" but he just cooed at me and gave me some lovin'.

He can be so one dimensional at times. Yes, I like lovin' - and I love lichen, just kidding! - but I am a dog, which means I have limited ways of communicating. Barking is not allowed, and Dad thinks everything else I do is cute. People have a hard time understanding me as a dog. They can't get past my beauty. Life is ruff!

On Tuesday, the fam climbed Torreys Peak, the 11th tallest mountain in Colorado. Orsa and I had climbed it once before, back when we were pups, but it was the first time Dad ever did it.

We've bagged nine separate peaks but have climbed to the top of some 14ers more than once. Torreys was the 16th time Orsa and I have been over 14,000 feet. SWEET!

Dad has climbed a few more than us because he's older, in case you didn't know that.

B.