When I first got here, I was a crazy monkey on a leash. The first time we went on a walk around the neighborhood, Mom was about to totally lose her Sh*t. I ran around in circles, weaved around Micky and got the leashes tied up, and I barked at about everything I saw. Apparently, this was so frustrating, Mom wanted to go back to the house and write it off completely. She said “we don’t live like this! We have dogs that know how to act civilized on a leash.” Well, EXCUUUSE ME! I’ve never had such a life and walking around a new neighborhood with a new family was exciting to me. I wanted everyone to know how happy I was and I needed to sniff everything because it was new.
I sorta felt bad that Mom got upset, so when she took me on a private “training” walk, I tried real hard to act like a gentleman. It didn’t take me long to get the hang of things. After all the newness of my neighborhood wore off, I was content to just hang out with Mom. Now, I’m a pro. I strut my stuff down the street and all the other dogs just stare.
It was a little warmer outside today so we got to hang out in the yard and do whatever we wanted. Dad played ball with me and Micky hunted. Now, I’m not much of a hunter, but if you have to scrounge around in uncomfortable places, I think I’ll leave it to the experts. And Micky is clearly an expert. You should see where she was perched, waiting for a mole to pop up. (Look at the photo of her.) Dad was cracking up. Every time she wagged her little tail, the leaves would rustle and Dad would laugh. She’s a hoot!
Today,
She can find a good spot to snooze at any time. She was back to wandering around as the sun was starting to hit the terraces. When she spotted the sun reflecting off the bricks, she knew immediately where to plop down. (There’s a photo here of Micky in her perfect spot.) She snoozed out there for about a half hour. When the sun moved on, she hopped up and moved back inside to see if it was snack time.
After snacks, I wanted to play ball some more, but I couldn’t find the one I had been playing with earlier. I was bummed. I think I left it out back when I was done playing. Mom’s always telling me to put my toys away when I’m done. Maybe this is why.
Nah, probably not. I’m sure it’s just because she’s tired of stepping on my chew hooves. Besides, I always stash a spare ball somewhere in the house. I think its kind of funny. They look all over the house, trying to find em, but I keep em well hidden. They’re always amazed when I sneak off and come right back with one of my balls. I think they’re starting to catch on that I hide em, but I’m pretty sure they’ll never figure out where I’ve got em stashed.
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