It was probably baby to cry when we got there, but I couldn't help it. It just came out. Mom couildn't get the car door open fast enough for me. I think I kinda made her mad a little because I was going from one door to another and in the back and on the floor but it was my legs. They were doing it. Really.
I got to wrestle and play tug a stick with another puppy my size. That was great. Then this little dog that looked like a chew toy came in and started yapping at everybody but we pretty much ignored her. Kids today. Sheesh.
We took a ride to see Gramma, too, but I think to her I'm sorta like that chew toy dog. She'd like it better if I wasn't there. Keeps poking at me with her cane. Maybe I'll stay away until I get less zoomie. She wants me to sit by her feet and let her pet me, but the zoomies get me.
Then we came home and I was all tired an stuff. It's been along time since I got to play that much.
And a long time since I could sleep on Dad and feel his heartbeat in my ear.
Life is good.
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