I have a new friend named Zoe. She’s a rottie and I went to her house for a play date this morning because we now have to walk on leashes in the park.
Yeah, we got busted by the same cop who always busts Mommis, even though the complaints are never about us. This time we think they were about Amy. Really they’re about a silly law.
But back to the good part: Zoe has something called a pool, which is a lot of water with steps going in. The water tastes funny when you drink it. Mommis walked into it with all her clothes on and when she said “come” I tried to follow her but something happened and all my legs went in different directions. Luckily Mommis held me underneath, because I was scared and wanted to run out.
I did run out, but then Zoe went in and a woman threw a ball. Zoe went after it and I watched how she moved her feet.So I tried the same thing, walking down the steps and moving my feet. And suddenly I was swimming AND fetching! It was so fun!
Also I was two shades whiter when I got out.
Mommis cut Carol out of the picture but she shouldn’t have. Carol is great. She’s the only one of Mommis’s friends who even thinks to carry water. And she carries the bottles that make the great noises when they’re empty. Carol has Jack who is as nice and friendly as Carol.
Gone, goddammit. Somewhere weird where the leaves change color and it gets very cold. Her Mommis is planning a wedding, which I don’t understand. All I know is she’s not at the park and I am bummed beyond belief.
While she’s gone, though, I’m going to grow. You’ll see. When she gets back I will be big.
Mommis did a great job on my Canine Good Citizen test. She didn’t confuse me at all and we passed. It was hard work though.
I had such a big day that I barfed at her ASU class with my vest on. I think it was the three Crimini mushrooms that I ate off the floor at Sprouts that morning. Or maybe it was stress. A nice man in her class cleaned it up before I could re-eat it, which I was going to do for her.
Lady Leeloo spent the weekend with me. We slept together all over the house. I especially love it when she puts her leg over me. She has a nice wiggle in her butt now that she is more grown up.
Every morning my Mommis talks to Leeloo’s Mommis about this game they are playing. Sometimes the game makes her happy, but the last two days it made her sad because she says she’s out of balls and there was a wild Ponyta out there. I didn’t see any Ponyta, but I did see a ball in the grass this morning.
She just kicked that one away toward Sammy. I don’t get it.
She also said something about buying more balls and Leeloo’s Mommis said don’t spend money doing that. But when I got into the car I opened the place where the sunglasses live and guess what? I found Mommis some money to buy more balls.
This posture is called the “down.” I got this. But there’s another piece I don’t understand at all. It’s called the “stay.”
I always position my down between Mommis’s legs. I feel that’s the best place to be. But then when Mommis moves, shouldn’t I move with her? Isn’t that “staying”–between her legs? But no. The other boys on Team Hardaway know you’re supposed to let her just leave you. I’ll never get there. I love her too much.