There is a little bridge in my yard. Dawn worries because I insist on going back and forth over it, like I used to.
There is just something about that bridge I can't resist.
Today Dawn watched from the distance, biting her nails, while I played my usual bridge crossing game.
I used to play this game all the time.
Back and forth-- I would cross several times!
And returning two seconds later...
Why can't I like chasing sticks or playing with squeaky toys like other dogs? Dawn wants to know.
Who cares if I can't see?
I like gymnastics!
Wishing everyone a happy weekend filled with possibilities!