Brush With Greatness

A couple of days ago I met my friend Hercules at the dog park. He's an 18-month-old Aireboy I met through Dogster awhile back, and he lives pretty close. How cool is that?

We were also waiting to have our audience with Her Royal Highness, Princess, the Newfy. Being the commoners we are we got there a little early and had some time to spare before HRH Princess arrived with her entourage.

Of course, once we found a theme we liked, we had to do a variation on it.





It was stinkin' HOT out, and at one point I found Hercules hiding under a picnic table. What a goob job he is. (I like the way he thinks). That's Herc's mom holding on to me. She can't seem to get enough of me. (I sometimes have that effect on the ladies).

Herc catching some shade.




Then we got the summons from the Royal Social Secretary that Princess had arrived at the park! (Her social secretary doubles as her dad). We headed up to the main gate to greet her. (Ignore the audio. My girl was rudely talking about something else while our meet-n-greet was happening).





Did you notice Princess' Newf Flag flying high? Her social secretary said she was sporting her summer cut. She has the cutest white pom pom on the end of her tail. And, in true Newf fashion, she slimed me within minutes. See the Princess juice on my side?




Once she heard there was a pond nearby, she headed straight for the water. She sure is a bootiful girl.

Princess was so pupular with the other dogs at the park, all Hercules and I could do was sit back and watch her work her magic in the water. She was pure poetry.

Here's a great face shot of Princess. I'm the one on the left looking clueless.

Hercules found out what it was REALLY like to swim with the BIG DOGS! He and I weren't getting up that steep bank as easily as Princess was.

After the aquatic stylings of Princess came to an end, it was time for WRASSLIN! Let me tell ya, Princess is no lightweight. Girl knows how to throw down!

Since it would be bad form to put my best moves on Her Royal Highness, I, *ahem*, moved on to another worthy wrasslin opponent, Hercules.

Princess then humored us by pretending to be a Roman Empress who was judging the gladiators in the ring of battle. (Our Score: two thumbs down).

After almost two hours at the dog park we were hankering for a little cool aire. So, we escorted Princess back up to the gate where she got into her Royal SUV and headed for home.

Even though I run my own country and should be used to these things, Hercules and I knew that we had both just had a brush with greatness. That Princess is one class act. I told her she could make an official visit to GooberStan anytime.

Here's hoping she does.

The Royal Goober,

Stanley