The man took me to the park today. You would think he'd consider it exercise holding me back and trying to get me to heel. You know- one, two, three, pull. One, two, three, pull. But no. He was not happy with me. I wonder if he likes dogs or maybe he just doesn't like me. He loves Shasta, the little kiss-up. She is so perfect. Blech! Boring!!!!!!
Tonight the lady took us to the park. I think I may be getting this 'heel' thing down because I didn't get yank-o-vitched nearly as many times as yesterday. I chased Shasta who was catching the frisbee. She never shares and just glares at me if I try to take it away from her. The lady took me out front, all by myself, when we got home and she had the yummiest treat. Every time I came to her, she came me a bite of pure yumminess. Then she would throw the frisbee, and if I'd leave it and come to her, I got another bite of pure delight. She even held the hated leash, but mmmmm, I didn't care because I wanted to gobble that treat. She never put the leash on me either. Then she opened the door and we went inside. She throws my squeaky toy and I bring it back to her, unless Shasta tries to get it from me. I'm a fine gentleman with Shasta, and never snap or snarl at her....first.
I like being inside. I've learned that if I jump of the couch, I get smacked and yelled at. I also don't put my nose on the table when they are eating. That definitely was not a good idea. I love all the scratches and hugs I get, but I don't like it when Shasta inches in on my loving. Shasta does this crazy thing where she keeps me away from the people. No matter which way I turn, she is there with a snarky look in her eye. Sharing is not her strong point.
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