At dawn this lady hauls my tired carcass out of bed. It's a good thing I'm young and spry and always up to a new adventure. She let Shasta and me in the house and Shasta ran straight for the front door. This lady took forever getting her foot coverings on. Ok, I might have got in her way a few times, but I was excited and couldn't help licking her face when she kept bending over messing with her feet.
She opened the car door for me to get in, but I remembered that place from yesterday. No Way!!!! That's a torture chamber and boring and crazy trucks go screaming by you. But then Shasta jumped right in and was all excited. So I thought, "What the heck." and followed her in. Shasta is crazy. Certifiable. She puts her feet on the door and hangs her head out the window and acts like she likes it!!! I'm brave and courageous, but I do not have a death wish.
When we got out, we went to an enclosed area where Shasta and I could run and explore. It was great...until this other dog came. This was a dog only a mother could love. He must have run into a door many, many times, because his nose was pushed in to almost his eyes and the first thing he wants to do is get all up in my business. I chased him away with my sideways barking and leaping, but then I tracked him. I got down low and snuck up on him twice. Now that was fun.When more dogs came, we left. Then the lady took us to a park and we chased frisbees. I was too tired to jump in the car and I didn't want to leave anyway, so she had to lift me into the car. That was embarrassing and Shasta was not impressed.
This evening we walked down to the park. Man, I hate leashes. This lady keeps saying, "Heel!" and then yank-o-vitching me back and then making me sit. I only want to run, but I am learning what follows "Heel" if I keep pulling. I think I can wear her out... I am young and strong, but she does look pretty tough and old. Shasta does whatever this lady says. What a weenie.
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