February 15, 2007. Well, here I am, back in the proverbial dog house again. My sins were not quite as bad as yesterday, but it still boils down to a matter of disrespect. I love Tom an awful lot, but, gee, when we’re chasing the ball and those birds start bugging me…well! Anyway, the run in the park was good and went well for the first 25 minutes.
One very funny moment came as I was retrieving the ball. I was running at full speed through the driving rain and puddles. I had just picked up the ball and was starting my circle, when I tripped over my front feet. I went down and started to slide on my face. I looked like a wide receiver, no maybe a fullback who had just caught a pass and was heading for the end zone and was tripped up by a defender. I slid for at least five or six yards with water, mud and grass spraying up over top of me. But, the best part was that I hung onto the ball. No fumbles for me.
Tom was laughing and I was soaking wet and covered in mud. If I didn’t need a bath before, I sure do now. Unfortunately, it was not long after that, I began my path to destruction. Tom threw the ball and I got it and then the urge was too much, those birds had to be chased. I took off at full gallop, this time I was going to catch one. I went across the field, over the hill and out of sight. I heard Tom yelling and whistling, but figured I could push this a little longer.
When I saw Tom appear at the top of the hill, I knew the jig was up and I was busted. Sure enough, Tom leashed me up and made me sit. Then he ignored me. After a short time out, we headed for home. Playtime was over for today. We got home and Tom toweled me dry and I had something to drink. Tom isn’t mad at me anymore, but, I have exiled myself just the same. I know I screwed up again. I’ll try and do better, I will, really.
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