I don't know what it was, maybe the spoonful of spicy taco meat Master put in my dinner bowl yesterday, but I got the runs today and before Master got home -- and he was late -- I shat on the wool throw rug again. It didn't exactly smell like the lilac trees outside when he finally walked in the front door. I put my tail and ears back to let him know I was sorry. He cleaned it up, opened two windows in the living room, and then we went up into the mountains -- he rode his bike and I ran along.
A moose crossed the trail as we were headed fast downhill. I chased it for a few seconds but then spun around and ran after Master when he whistled for me. I was praised and got a treat! Guess that made up for the poop on the rug, huh?
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An update on the off leash law: Master and I met a man and his bitch black lab, Stella (hubba! hubba!), at the dog park yesterday. The man told Master no frickin' way was he putting Stella on a leash, not in a place as big as Alaska, "that's ridiculous!" he complained. While I sniffed Stella's butt Master agreed that I wouldn't be subjected to such foolishness either. Master asked the man, "I don't look to the law as my counsel in matters of right and wrong, do you?" The man shrugged, wished us a good day, and sauntered off with Stella toward his truck.
Master asked me to sit for a treat. I decided it was worth it this time, but it set me to thinking about Fran Peck's Airedale Philosophy. Master is philosophical, and I intend to discuss this philosophy with him someday.