So today Greg and I decided to take Frankster to the park. We got food, packed him up in the car, and were on our way. While we ate our food, Frankie did figure eights around the picnic table. When we asked him about what was going through his head on our adventure, this was his response:
"Woof! I was so excited--there was grass, and LOTS of it! And *woof* there were people and *woof woof* lots and lots of places to ruuuunnnn and *woof* weee! And *woof* lots of new smells and *woof* and...and...and...*woof woof!*"
Then we went down to the river and decided to see how he responds to the moving water. He wasn't too thrilled--he told us as much:
"*Woof* I'm sure they had good intentions...but seriously. *woof* I had to go out in public with chicken legs. I *woof* musta looked like a bread roll on popsicle sticks! I made sure they *woof* got the puppy glare and then *woof* found a groundhog to chase after and forgot I was *woof* mad."
Then we threw the frisbee around a bit and rather than catching it like a "normal" dog, he decided it was for pouncing on instead. And then when the frisbee got boring, there were four ankles readily available for chasing. And boy, that pup has some springs in his feet! Weee!
And then he ran and he ran and he ran and by the time we put him in the car he was tuckered out and smelled a good bit like puppy. When we got home we met a couple of the neighbors and decided he's definitely going to be a good "kid dog". Little Devon screeched with joy as Frankie was more than happy to say hello and show love with some kisses.
Now he's had a bath and he's rolled up in a little Frankie bundle (baths make him shiver, poor thing) and will more than likely sleep all night long. Or...until morning comes in his head, at least.
PS--Feel free to comment. :-)
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