Wine Dog

A couple of weeks ago I went wine tasting in the Central Coast.  It was rather boring for me because I'm not old enough to drink wine.  Mom kept putting me in wine barrels, chairs made from wine barrels, etc. for more pictures.  I guess it was better than staying in the hotel room by myself.

This is Peachy at Peachy Canyon. I don't know if the
 winery was named after her, or if she was named after the
winery.  I wanted to make friends with Peachy
but she was kind of stand offish

This is me at Peachy Canyon Winery.  I hate this purse!
I try to jump out of it all the time.  Would rather have mom
just hold me.

After a couple of days of this, I had really had it.  

I think the wine fumes got to me and I was sick of the whole experience. 

There were some good things though... I loved not having to be alone during the day. And my favorite part of the week was when we went on walks on the beach in Pismo. It was fun sitting on the ocean view patio, barking at all the other dogs going by. I also liked dinner out where I got to scrounge for bits of dropped food on the floor under the tables. Mom didn't know I was eating table scraps.  I did it very discretely. She doesn't let me have people food.  Maybe when I am old enough to taste wine she will let me have some real food.