We are getting to the time of year where it changes to dark time very quickly. It is not even 4:00 Human Standard Time here and already the sun is setting. Yesterday it was gloomy all day.
Today, however, the sun came out for a little while. Mom had put me in the crate (I always know when she is going to, even when she acts nonchalant about it) but explained that she had to get Jamie from school. I understand “Jamie” so I knew I’d be seeing him soon. I was glad, because I miss him while he is away studying all day. So the crate wasn’t too bad. I wasn’t in there too long.
When Jamie got home, I was let out with lots of petting and praise. Mom gave me a rawhide shaped like a donut and I chewed the living daylights out of it. Jamie took off his good clothes, meanwhile, and when he was done changing, we went into the back yard to take advantage of the fading sunlight. Jamie bought a K-9 Cannon that shoots the tennis balls all the way across the yard, and as soon as I saw it, I knew it was playtime.
To be honest, I am not good about fetching balls. I’d rather play with my stick instead. Which is actually a beat-up yellow Wiffle bat. I like the larger sticks, since I have a big jaw, and the bat works just fine. Dad hinted I might be getting a new one for Christmas.
Anyway, Jamie shot the balls out of the Cannon and I ran around like I was going to fetch, but instead I doubled back, crouched low to the ground, and Hairy Bullet-ed to my stick. I ran around with that while Jamie gave chase. Then we had a couple of great tug-o-war sessions:
I did end up victorious in one round. Jamie slipped and went rolling over and over on the grass. I happily chewed the stick. Mom brought Jamie the gardening gloves, and then he won again.
I had a good play, and now it’s time for a nap.
Woof! Love, Maggie