You make me smile, please stay for awhile now

So wake up this morning and something is off. Boone isn’t in the room! Now he’s moved from his crate to being leashed to the bed beside me. From there he has gone back to his crate to now just being shut in the room with us and sleeps beside me on the floor. He’s done well, not one accident but I put that down to he was there with me, he won’t go if I’m in the room with him. But I wake up this morning and the door that had been closed is now wide open and he isn’t in the room with me. I groan my feelings about it, knowing there is going to be a mess by the front door on the beige carpet. Look over at the clock and its 6:30am why the hell am I up at this hour? I just went to bed at midnight! Decided to face the doo I roll out of bed, Boone comes leaping up the stairs all too excited that I’m awake and moving around. I glare at him accusingly hold my breath as I go down the stairs to face…




NOTHING!
No crap, no pee, no shredded item beyond recognition! The was house was as I left it the night before! Could he be he’s really growing up and growing a brain?! I just about died but I won’t be trying my luck anymore, and the boyfriend will be getting an earful when he gets home as he’s the one who left the damn door open when he went to work this morning.

So this put me in a pretty darn good mood. The feelings for Drifter are there but I’ve managed to talk myself into good thoughts and had a wonderful dream of him the other night that I’m sure was him telling me everything is alright, he’s happy and waiting for me at the bridge. So with my new found good mood I shower, dress, grab Boone’s squeaky tennis ball and out the door I go. He wasn’t up to playing catch today, he’d run after it in the back field and then either drop it half way back or not bring it back at all but run around he did and roll around he did. He had a blast out there with me chasing him around. Now off for a nice walk before things get too warm, maybe I’ll go down to the river so he can romp about down there.

Back from the walk. Found a new way down to the river that’s closer (but sucks compared to the other way) and stupid me wore capris and now my legs are sore from stupid prickly bushes and itchy for who knows what. But Boone had fun, had a short swim, I had planned to kick off my shoes and go in with him but the rocks were covered in slimy brown gunk down there, so it didn’t happen. The whole walk he was off leash he did awesome now we’re home and he’s not moving! What?! Yeah, not moving, why is he not moving? Did I actually tire him out with? No, I refuse to believe he you can’t tire this dog out, it’s impossible. So what’s going on? Well whatever it is I’m not going to complain. So an hour of throwing the ball around/chasing him around, a half an hour walk and then another hour of making him run up and down the stairs for his ball has him a little drowsy? I was planning on another outing later today.

Well, I’m an idiot apparently. I picked up his tennis ball and made it squeak and up he rose from his flaked out pose on the floor. Maybe he was just content since he just had 2 ½ hours of running around. I had to ruin his peaceful, non-moving state and now he’s up and throwing the ball around the house for himself and dropping the ball at my feet while looking at me with giant puppy eyes begging me to play unless I don’t love him enough. So guess who's been suckered into throwing the ball around for him?