So she takes me for a walk in the afternoon, and she decides that I’m old enough to go without my leash. So I think she trusts me. But as soon as we start she just begins to yell “heel, B2, heel” like I wasn’t already heeling. I think I am offended, but I’m a retriever and I don’t hold a grudge.
Maybe she’s mad at somebody else, and I just happen to be here.
“Alexa,” Mommis yells. “Turn the lights on.” I don’t know who Alexa is, because the only other people in the room are us, but whoever she is she does turn the lights on, and that startles us awake. I don’t know why Mommis persists in waking up so early.
I think that’s why Bruce doesn’t go with us. Sammy, of course, is just Mommis’s little shill and will go anywhere. I go, but often with a deep sigh, wishing she’d wait a little later.
It’s always good once we get out there, though. I love the park.
My little bro Bruce loves to play with me. And I don’t care, except I don’t get much exercise playing with him because I don’t even have to stand up. He, however, gets wiped out. I have to be careful not to paw him to death:-)