Please, no touching!

Me, Mom, Dad and Petey took advantage of the nice weather last week and took a walk at the Beaver Creek Park. It was so nice and warm; I can’t wait until it is like that every day. We loaded up the car and got all hooked with our leashes and off we went. Petey must like the warm weather because he was doing good with his legs on the walk. He was having fun; he likes walks almost as much as I do.

There were a lot of other dogs out too, and Mom stopped to talk to this one dog who was walking his human. He was so cute, he looked like Petey a little, but bigger. And he was only two years old, that’s half as old as me, and so he did not know how to be a good dog yet. He was so excited to meet me.

We were just sniffing each other like we do, and our humans were talking when this young dog starts getting frisky with me. I liked this guy, but I don’t like other dogs touching me. When he jumped up on me, I had to give him a piece of my mind. I gave him a good roo and then walked away like the bigger dog. I was just warning him that he shouldn’t be doing that—that other dogs don’t like that so much. It’s not polite—sniffing is okay, but no touching.

But other than that, we had lots of fun. I was so tired when I got home. That’s a tough walk, there are hills and everything. We even got to go down and see the stream for few minutes. I got right in the stream, I don’t mind the water. I slept the rest of the day and all night. Petey too, he didn’t go upstairs all night.

Walks are always 5 roos, even if a young dog gets a little too friendly.