I heart food.
Dear Ava,
Welcome back from vacation! Looks like you had a wonderful time in Croatia with Mama, Dada, Nona, Dida and Mikey. Yes, I’m one of your faithful blog readers. And how can I not be… you are too cute for words (or for barks, hehe).
So, you are long overdue for Rudy story time. Sorry about the wait. I’ll try to be more chatty from now on.
Back in 1999, Mama and I lived on Victoria Street in Santa Barbara. It was a great 1920s home with a wrap-around porch. And, it was walking distance to downtown. Mama and I would take walks to State Street all the time. We loved sniffing and shopping together around town.
No downtown stroll was complete without a stop at my favorite store… The Three Dog Bakery. Truthfully, Mama didn’t have much choice. I am a sled dog, after all. As soon as I smelled the sweet and tasty treats of the bakery, it would put some skip in my step and I would drag her in. Mama would say ‘Slow down Rudy’ but all I would hear was ‘Mush, Rudy. Mush’. hehe.
Look at all these tasty morsels… and they were all for me!
Well, not all of them. Just this big bone-shaped cookie. Yum. I love this place. And when the place wasn’t too crowded, the owner would ask me to sit on this bench and I would get to lick ice cream off of a spoon.
And on the last day I was on this earth, you fed me for the first and last time ever. And what did you feed me? Yummy treats from the Three Dog Bakery. I am not sure if I ever said thank you… so thank you Ava. You made my heart smile.
Love you forever and ever,
Rudy