Remember when I stalked my human and ended up getting my fur done at that place called Blo? Well, I didn't tell you that on the way there someone smashed into our car. They weren't going fast so nobody got hurt and it wasn't scary or anything, but part of our car died.
The car's been at the car hospital all week getting fixed so my human had to rent a new one. This wouldn't be a big deal except we're not allowed to go in the rent car. Don't ask me why, but it's meant that our usual routine hasn't been happening as usual.
Instead of going on long walks at the beach or one of the big parks, we've been going to a fenced in dogpark that's a few blocks from our house. Brother Dutch said he used to go to the dogpark a lot but I'd never been there (my human says she'd rather walk around than just sit and watch us play).
Anyway. I made lots of new friends at the dogpark. Even though I was a newbie, everyone already knew my name. I've kinda missed running around in wide open spaces, but it's kinda cool how all the humans sit around the dogpark and watch their dogs play. It means there are lots of laps to jump up on. No one seemed to mind me jumping up on them either. I can't get away with doing that anywhere else.