You could tell he had a good time because he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open to watch for falling food. I wanted to offer him toothpicks to prop up his droopy eyelids. You could almost hear him protest “But I’m not tired” as he fought to stay awake. Reminds me of a certain child when he (the child, not the dog) was much, much younger than he is now.
This morning when we went for our walk, he wanted to go down to their house.
Booker: Where are you going?
Booker: I want to go see Beth
Me: Beth probably isn’t awake yet. Time to go home
Booker: Home is nice. Let’s go see Beth
Me: Come on, puppy
Booker: Beth’s is this way
Me: I know Beth’s is that way. We’re going to our house
Booker: (I’d rather go see Beth)
I’m sure it will take him a few days to recover from being away at “Camp.” In the meantime, he’s been very busy snoring adorable little puppy snores and dreaming (what I hope are) adorable little puppy dreams.
Have a great day, Kid.