Yesterday, that really nice woman who makes great dinners for me, took me to the place with a fence (she calls it tenniscourt) to get my zoomies out. There was a goofy fellow there — a designer dog — they sometimes are not all right in the head — who had a ball and he wanted to chase chase chase chase it. Which made his person laugh and clap. You know the type. So goofball ran around on tenniscourt a lot, to please his person and get extra treats — and that got me going and I ran around trying to shepherd him. (My job, you know.) We had a great time, the people had a great time, and it was a nice day.
But today I woke up so sore. When I’m sore I like to limp so the people here feel like pampering me. I’m getting lots of pampers and treats and hugs. And they let me on the red bed too! Great day. Tomorrow I’ll limp some more and see what they do.
