HEY!!! (this is magic) I feel like chewing on the keys…but My Dad will know that it was me…better not. My Dad calls me an F-18 Hornet fighter jet. Why? I am VERY fast and when I run into the bedroom, airborne, I land on My Dad’s king-size bed at full speed…and stop immediately! I can do this over and over and over at night…just before lights out. My Dad seems very amused by this activity.
Tuesday night, Brandy, my next door neighbor, stopped by for some drinks and snacks. Brandy is a Border collie mix, she outweighs me, but she LOVES me…she lets me kiss her, smell her ears, and we wrestle. She gets me so romantic, my eyes glow this funny green.
Today, My Dad took me to Prairie Wolf Dog Park, just off Waukegan Road in Lake Forest. I have fun with all dogs and all people. I had a Golden Retriever, German Shepherd, and a Belgian Shepherd chasing me today. I get very forgetful when I am playing with other dogs and their humans…I wander away…but the park is fenced-in and it is easy for My Dad to find me.