Counting Sheep...

Oh wow...I'm so so exhausted and sleepy.  All that swimming in the ocean has wiped me out!  I don't think I can make it upstairs to my bedroom.  Maybe I'll just sleep here tonight...

Cruel Summer

As the song goes, "Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning I sit around...trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry..."  Well, not any longer!  Daddy finished work early today and guess where he is taking me??  Come on...you know the answer!  DOGGIE BEACH.  Woohoo!  Now I can splash in those ocean waves and cool down.  And I thought I had to wait until Sunday for our regular beach visit.  Not this puppy!  I'm am going to terrorize those waves like a mad dog.  Look out beach, here comes Bailey!  Woof woof!

Lucy & the Cone of Shame

Good news!  Lucy, my grandma's doggie, had surgery on her foot today and all went well.  Unfortunately, she has to wear the "Cone of Shame" until everything heals but I am just so happy she will be alright.  And look, the vet gave her a fun, purple sock to wear over her boo-boo.  Isn't she a cutie?   Happy healing, Lucy!  Woof woof!

Hot, Hot, Sizzling Summer!

The thermometer hit a high of 92°F today.  Way too hot for me.  Whew!  I can't wait for Sunday to get here so I can play in the ocean and cool down!  But until then, daddy gave me one of the peanut butter ice cream cups mommy bought for me.  So yummy....yeah, this will do....for now....Keep cool everybody!  Woof woof!

Bailey's Bistro

Look at what daddy built for me...now I can enjoy my meals underneath the cool shade of my umbrella.  Ah...C'est la vie...bon appétit!  Woof woof!

The Importance of Gloves

So while playing ball with daddy at the beach today, I met a new doggie friend - Smoky the Pit Bull.  But apparently, he had other intentions in mind when he came over to play with us.  He took my ball.  I repeat...he took MY ball.  And he wouldn't give it back.  He ran back and forth, up and down the beach and taunted me with MY ball.  He growled and grunted in a not-so-friendly manner every time I tried to get MY ball back.  Then his mommy said to my mommy and daddy, "Oh don't worry, I'll get it back for you."  The next thing I know is this lady pulls gloves out of her backpack and puts them on.  What was the purpose of the gloves, might you ask?  She needed them to protect her hands in order to pry MY ball out of Smoky's mouth.  Gloves, seriously?  After what seemed like FOREVER for Smoky to loosen his vice-like grip off of my ball, the lady was successful and handed MY ball back to my daddy.  Yeah, so I managed to get MY ball back with the help of a pair of leather gloves.  But it was not only covered with that dog's icky germs but it had holes in it.  I have to say, it's one thing to know your doggie's temperament and prepare for the worst, but gloves?  Are you serious?  Forget the gloves, should that dog be able to roam around leash-free in the presence of other dogs and people?  I know my mommy and daddy weren't too happy after that situation.  The moral of the story is:  when you're at the beach and you run into a doggie like Smoky... RUN!  (Oh and don't forget to bring an extra ball.)

Huntington Beach

We went to Huntington Beach's doggie beach today.  It was super great and super cold!  But that wasn't going to stop me from getting in the water...I love the ocean!