So the recent deluge of wind & rain has made Astoria Park a huge pile of mud. Dad doesn't look very happy when we're out for a walk, but I think it's awesome! I especially love to run around Dad in circles & splash water & mud in all directions.
I've successfully chewed my first toy to death. It survived about a week and a half. I got bored with it last night, though and left it in the park somewhere in the mud & rain. Dad said that it was my decision, but that we aren't coming back for it. I have a feeling that I'll be able to talk Dad into buying me some new toys... :)
Dad got a little nervous over the past few days, because he thought I might have a contagious form of mange. He had noticed a few bumps on himself, so I guess he assumed the worst. I'm starting to think that Dad might be a drama queen. He went to the doctor today, who said it was probably just flea bites. Dad was happy because he had already started me with flea, tic & heartworm medication the other day; now he just has to keep an eye on my brothers (the cats).
I'm really hating the gates & crate, especially when Dad is home; I make him push me behind the gate when he wants me to go there, and I like to stand on my hind legs and lean over the top of the gate and stare at him. I know I'm working his guilt & I'm pretty sure I'll wear him down soon. He has already compromised by giving me a bed to lay on in the living room. He's trying to teach me "bed," which I think means he wants me to stay on the new spot. I get it, but sometimes I try to sneak closer to him & the cats.
Dad's also trying to teach me "stay." I'm not quite sure I've figured this one out yet.
Dad said we're probably going home the weekend after Easter, when the roads are quieter.
Anyway, it's all going well. I'm really looking forward to nicer & warmer weather; I want to meet more doggy neighbors & stay outside longer.
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