May 10, 2007. Today is a glorious spring day. It is sunny and warm, but not too hot. Tom and I went to the park to play ball and stayed for forty-five minutes. We left, because I decided I had done enough. Tom gave me the option by asking if I wanted to go home or keep playing. As soon as I heard “home”, I turned and started heading there.
While on the park I got to visit or play with 6 different dogs. There was Coquette who stayed at a distance, there was Barney a golden retriever that I got to visit. Two other dogs, who I have met before, ran and played with me for awhile and then there were a couple of others that were around.
There were a couple of different things happened today. There was one time where Tom threw the ball halfway across the park and it landed and rolled to a stop right beside another dog. I stayed focused on my task and instead of barreling in at Mach 1; I slowed down and very politely walked up to the other dog and picked up my ball.
The second different thing that happened was that a bicycle appeared by the back fence, at least that’s what Tom said, because I didn’t see it myself. When I went past Tom and he tried to grab my collar I dodged him and he missed. Unfortunately, he was off balance and when his foot slipped in the damp grass, it was game over. Tom went crashing to the ground and when I say crashing, I mean it.
Tom is 6’3” and 262 pounds, so when he hits the ground, he hits with authority. I was very concerned that he might be hurt, so I immediately turned around and went back to him to make sure he was ok. I sat with him as he picked himself up and dusted himself off and gave me a pat for being such a good boy. I’m very proud of myself for my good decision. Tom was fine and we continued to play after the bicycle moved away.
I got exposed to some new things today too. Tom opened the garage and pulled out a log pole thing with a wire attached. When he hooked it all up and pulled the trigger it made a high pitched whirring sound and grass started to fly. He called it a weed eater, and I did not like it not one little bit. I barked at it, I backed away from it, I chased it, I lunged at it and I even attacked it. I kept at it until Tom stopped, then I was happy, I had beaten the weed-eater.
After doing that, Tom pulled another machine out of the garage. It rattled and banged as it came up the hill. Tom filled it with gas and then started it. This big thing was a lawn mower. I have seen lots of those on our walks around the neighbourhood and I had no problem at all with it. I followed Tom along it paths in the back yard, just to make sure he was ok. When Tom went outside the yard to cut the front and side grass, I just lay down and went to sleep beside the boat.
Tom has sabotaged my plan for his boat. I pulled the grease caps off the wheels yet again. This time, he didn’t bother to put them back on. Now that’s no fun. I can’t get at the wires anymore either, because he put the safety chains over them and then he put a big board in front of the wheel so I can’t get to the lights either. Curses, foiled again.
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