Rose, the Irish Setter and Kate the English Springer Spaniel.

I Like to Hike
By Rose, the Irish Setter

Up the trail we go, as fast as paws can carry.
The day is young. There is no time to tarry.
The sun is warm upon my fur and nose.
I hike with Kate, the bestest friend of Rose.

The breeze is sweet with flowers’ smell.
Hiding in the bush and brush I can tell.
Are rabbit, birds and javelinas.
Dancing like happy ballerinas.

I stopped along the trail to rest
And then what happened next was best
A man approached, dark and tall, at least six feet.
He took out a bag from his pocket filled with treats.

My mom said yes and so we ate.
those yummy treats for me and Kate.
Tired now from hill and dale.
Down the path we sail.

Three women were at the end and finished.
They said the population of setters had diminished.
On this beautiful day so warm and fair
An Irish setter seems to be rare.

I like to hike.

By Rose, the Irish Setter

PS that’s me and Kate at the top of Lost Dog Trail, part of the McDowell Sonoran Preserve Trails. Oh and the lady who hands out the maps and stuff was really nice too.

Kate, the cute one.

Kate, my sister the English Spring Spaniel, doesn’t get her own day. They don’t have a day for English people and pets. I’m lucky I’m Irish. Dee made Irish stew for us for dinner. That’s beef and potatoes and green stuff and carrots. I didn’t eat the green stuff. I prefer to eat the lantana outside to get my daily dose of chlorophyll or the grass. I love carrots. And tomatoes. There are tomato plants growing in pots on the deck as soon as they smell sweet I eat them up. Then Dee fusses at me.

It’s good to be Irish.

When we were at the dog show I couldn’t believe how many Irish setters were there. There were these little guys, puppies really, only four months old. Their mom was from conamarairish.com. Her name was Kathy.
Yanno if I ever want a baby sister or brother, I think I’ll email Kathy and see if she has any puppies. I like this little guy.

We’re going back to the dog show today to see more, more and more dogs.

Rose, the Irish setter

We didn’t get to be in the show, we watched with our two legged companions. I don’t understand why I couldn’t run around with the dogs in the ring. I’m a pretty girl — everybody says so. Anyways we watched. We watched little itty bitty dogs. I think they were called “Have a Sneeze” dogs and great big dogs called “Great Danish.”

I talked to lots of dogs. I sang with an Irish setter. And he sang back. Rose doesn’t sing with me. She dances with me, but she doesn’t sing. Some two legged creatures thinks that’s howling but it’s not. It’s singing. It’s singing because I do it when I’m happy and sometimes when I’m sad. I was a happy girl today, so I sang a lot.

Oh, I met Tim. He’s a boy golden receiver, like in football, I think, like Donald Driver is a receiver for the Green Bay Packers. He was wearing this cover with ruffled lace on it, no not Donald Driver, the golden receiver, Tim. People could put money in the pockets. That was cool because he said he was part of a group called Power Paws Assistance Dogs. So like if you can’t hear or see very well, then a puppy girl or boy will come to help you.

I can’t tell you everything that happened at the dog show in one blog, so hang on for tomorrow. Oh one more thing. I met the Mom’s of two Westminister Show Championships. No, really I did. I will tell your tomorrow. And Rose gets to blog tomorrow. She hogs the computer ya know. Once she gets those big red paws on that keyboard, I can’t even squeeze in.

Kate, the cute one

Life is good.

Rose, the Irish Setter
PS That’s me when I was a puppy.

Kate, the cute one.

I don’t get it. I don’t like having to hold still while my leg is in a bucket of water. I don’t like baths why would Dr. Sara think I would like a spa treatment?

The only good thing is that I have to take the auntie biotics three times a day with food. That means I get fed three times. Sounds about right to me.

Rose, the Irish Setter

Kate, the Irish Setter