Man, those are the best words in the world, aren’t they?

I’ll say them again so we can savor them together. Good boy, Jax.

Ahhh.

Yesterday was my third session of Day Camp, where I got to hang out with my good friend, Nora. But I think Legs1 and Legs2 are getting a bit bored, because every week I bring home a report card that says the same thing: “Jax was a good boy. Grade: A.”

My first week, I got a special handwritten note from Nora. You can see why I like her so much:

Jax is a very sweet boy! He appears healthy, happy, & quite active. He walked & walked around the yard sniffing doggies and also enjoyed some sunbathing. He stayed close by when not walking around, but he wouldn’t allow me to pick him up—so I just let him do his thing—didn’t want to frighten him. He is just a little nervous about this whole new scene. Understood! He showed no fear of the dogs but didn’t really interact. He did show some interest in “Bolt,” but I’d say I was his best friend today. Great dog!!

Her only mistake is in thinking that I was “nervous” or “frightened.” As if! I just wasn’t ready to commit.

On the other hand, Bolt! Now there was a dog with some interesting smells. That’s all I’ll say—after all, a gentleman knows when to hold his tongue.

There is no picture to accompany today’s blog post. Admit it—that makes you sad!

This has been a big week for me: I started school AND day camp. You remember those first days, when you have to figure out where the bathroom is, who the mean kids are, which teachers you need to impress, who brings the good lunches?

Well, that was my week, and I’m exhausted. As the folks on cuteoverload.com would say, “I’m tie-tie, must go honk-shu.”

Here I am, resting with my pony. Did I forget to tell you I live with a pony? I’ll fill you in soon, because right now I am…

So. Very. Tired.

Sleeping with My Little Pony