So much to explore when one is an 8-week old puppy:
Ants on the sidewalk – who knew such tiny little beings existed?
Boone – Race ya!
Chain link fence lines – just a bit of bounce along the boundaries!
Doors – remind me again, which way do I go to get around this thing?
Grass in the front lawn – love the easy tear-out design!
Hosta, daisies and rhubarb – leap in, snap a few stalks, then race out, full speed ahead!
Mocha – I thought I saw a Siamese cat!
Sounds of the dog yard at night – horses snuffling, coyotes howling, a bird screeching – too frightening to investigate, I’ll hurry so we can head back to safety! Every two hours. Every night.
Steps – going up is easy, but down, not so much – how about a lift?
The Andy Griffith theme song – love that whistle!
Throw rugs – I think this one ought to be over here!
Toys – balls, bones, bedspreads, fleecies, Frisbees, fingers, furniture, ropes, robes, squeakies, slippers
Water bowl – oh, sorry, I thought you said water POOL!
Wood chips in the dog yard – you want me to do what back here?
It’s enough to wear a guy out.
From Four Sticks Farm 