Maybe Too Much Fun

I think my Dad had a nefarious plan. I think he has been trying to wear me out by constantly going for walks and runs with me. I think he was trying to ensure that, while my Mom's away, he'll still be able to sleep the night through without interruption, simply by exhausting me during the day.

I have to admit. It was working. And I was loving it.

It worked really well for the past two days. Dad was home both days so we could go for four walks or more. And we could play ball in the backyard too. We did a lot of that and we went to both the place with the red dirt and the place with the fields each day as well!

Marlee and her orange ball
But today, it was back to the regular grind. Dad got up, did his grooming, then we went for a short walk among the two-legger houses. Sadly, then I was on my own for a while. He came back after a while and we went for another short walk, then off he went again in the wheeled rolling room.

This isn't as good. And I'm letting him know it. This morning, I said, "No, I will NOT go for a long walk. Just a short one". And then in the middle of the day, I said, "No, if you can't be bothered to spend time with me then I'm NOT going to take you for a walk at all." I just let him play with me in the backyard for a while.

I want to go back to the fields. I want to run free and help him practice his throwing. I want to spend time with him, Riley, Patty and the orange balls. This short walks and then leave me alone stuff is unacceptable. Hmm... Maybe Dad's not going to get a full night's sleep tonight after all!