To Clip Or Not To Clip

March 29, 2007. It is another nice sunny day and while it is nice and warm this afternoon, it was cool this morning. Tom and I did our usual trip to the park where I got to play fetch for an hour. I really love the freedom of being off-leash and running around the park. I seem to be getting more and more freedom, the more obedient I become. Hmm, I think there may be a correlation here.

This afternoon, I got to be free in the yard again. First time I have been able to do that since my last escape. Today, the neighbour’s cats were even out and I didn’t make any attempt to jump the fence. Yoko, our neighbor came into the yard and I didn’t even bark at her today. Usually I bark because I want her to visit with me and pet me.

Today, Tom did something I have never seen before. He climbed up the apple tree with a big pole in his hand and started cutting off branches. I think he called it pruning the tree. I helped out by dragging cut branches around the yard.

Yoko decided that I couldn’t see with my bangs over my eyes, so she put a little butterfly barrette in my hair to keep the hair up. I really can see better. This is neat and everyone thinks I’m even cuter now.

Tom was going to take me back to the park this afternoon, but, I sort of cancelled that idea by eating my breakfast 10 minutes before we were going to go. Tom says there is too much risk of bloat if I run on a full tummy, so we will have to wait awhile. Maybe after the hockey game we can go for a walk.

We waited 90 minutes and then went out to the park. That allowed my food to settle and digest. Unfortunately, by this time a baseball team had moved and had started their practice. Tom took me down the backside of the park among all the trees and we played fetch there. I loved it, because there were all sorts of fir trees to explore underneath. I kept finding treasures to bring out.

I found all sorts of different pieces of bread. There were sub buns, croissants, crusty buns, Kaiser Rolls and all different shapes and sizes. I love bread, but Tom unfortunately would not let me eat it. He kept telling me to leave it, every time I brought a new bun out. That commercial where they say “betcha can’t eat just one”, sure turned out to be true in my case. I was not allowed to eat even one. Oh well, just another example of my new found maturity and obedience.