Lazy Sunday

I went back to the dog park again—the one with nice water and mean horses. At the muddy pond there was a dog like Joey, a Boston Terrier, but a little browner. Liberty was his name. He was a great swimmer. Chasing the green ball and swimming back with it. Arrow was so impressed he had to smell his bum. My owner mom told Liberty’s mom to look up Joe Stains on Google.

Arrow didn’t disappear as much today. I didn’t torture him as much either which might have something to do with it.

He was leaping in and out of the creek like a maniac when someone yelled, “Cody!” Arrow turned around. He usually acts like he has no name. My owners are always screaming Arrow. Everyone at the dog park knows his name. (Except Arrow.) They experimented. He didn’t come at all when they called him Arrow, but he came half way around the couch when they called him Cody. Then he came to them when they called Arrow. Not very scientific and now he’s really confused. Maybe he thinks we’re both named Deefor.

They got Arrow a cage. In the morning he likes to pee as soon as he gets out of bed. Now he waits in the cage instead of on the rug that is getting a very doggy smell. And they got us lots of chews.