Mom and Dad are determined for me to become more sociable and not so aloft to other dogs. Needless to say, we have been spending lots of time at the local dog park. I think that they have more fun there then I do. The other day, Dad was playing fetch with some random dog (knowing that I do not fetch and all).
Here we are again? Do I have to get out of the car? Can't I just stay in here and take a little nap? Please!
This is my favorite part of the dog park - the little strip of concrete close to the fence. I hate walking in the grass, especially wet grass, and it puts the most distance between me and those other canines.
Just to pacify Mom and Dad, I ran around with these dogs for a little while, looking at my parents the entire time for reassurance.
Can we go now? I am ready whenever you are.
Since I am usually curled up into a ball asleep in the backseat of the car, Mom and Dad are proud of me for sticking my head out of the window like other dogs. (Well, partially out of the window.) I guess you are right Kathryn - the Cali air is in my system.
But, this is by far my most favorite spot.
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