Today my person and I got in the car and we started driving the way we go to the vet. I like the vet because they give me lots of loves and treats so I was excited.
But then my person did something strange.
Hey, person. You took a wrong turn. The vet’s that way.
What? We’re not going to the vet?
I was really bummed until we got out of the car. There were lots of dog smells there.
Come on person, let’s go. Where are we anyway?
This is a dog park? They have parks for dogs? You never told me that before.
What? I’m finally starting to be nice to all the other dogs on my trails so you thought you’d let me come? What do you mean finally starting to? I’m always nice.
I couldn’t believe it when my person took off my leash. I found so many places to check messages and leave my own that I ran out of message juice – and without my leash my person couldn’t even drag me away.
Then I met Baxter. That little pup followed me around but I think he just wanted my Frisbee.
Baxter really had his eye on my Frisbee.
There’s no doubt about Baxter’s motives now.
Now Baxter, if you just remember who that Frisbee belongs to we’ll get along fine.
Hey person, I had great fun at the Dog Park chasing Frisbees and balls. Can we go back tomorrow?
What? What do you mean I got too much exercise and you didn’t get enough?
I was getting ready to put on my Detective Dog hat and investigate those weird animals.
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