Massah had high hopes for me this weekend, and I let her down. We went to the dog park so I could meet all kinds of friends and play and play and chase frisbees and wrassle with the big doggins, but I didn't feel like it. True, there was a lovely Boxer, a couple Border Collies, and a beautiful Yellow Lab, but I just wasn't feeling sociable. I did play with the Yellow Lab for about 12 seconds, but then I decided it was more fun to walk around and smell things. I slowly ambled and sniffed around the perimeter of the fence, taking in the sights and smells. I think I made it around 3 and a half times before Massah decided I was wasting her time and that I could ramble around the yard at home instead, if I didn't want to play with anyone. I don't know what was wrong with her - maybe she got a flea up her bum (that can make you irritable - I know that from experience). So we went home. I'd rather play with a water bottle cap anyway.
Massah called me a silly duckling. But ahhhh.... I love those little things!