I still get to play! My Uncle M and Aunt V took me out to 1000 Acres last weekend. We hopped into the Sagemobile and off we went…M knows how much I love it out there.
I met some new friends
There was a point somewhere in our adventure where the urge to dig took hold. I just don’t know what comes over me sometimes, but dig I did. In a mud-puddle. And I couldn’t hear Uncle M telling me to stop. Somehow, my hearing gets turned off when I’m concentrating really, really hard on a job like that. I guess he thought I’d get out and chase that ball, but digging is one of those things that you just gotta do sometimes. Do you ever feel that way? Well, I guess I was in trouble because I didn’t listen. Oops…
I try really, really hard to be good when Mom is gone, but sometimes when she gets back I have to let her know what I think about it. So, when she took me to agility yesterday, I decided not to listen. Fixed her!!
I can’t quite figure out why, but I just don’t get away with it with anyone. Mom calls it ‘acting out’. Do you ever do that when your Mom or Dad is gone?