Hey everybody,
Reba here again. So I'm not really sure why my last post had blanks between each line. My mom really don't even know what she doin' on that computer of hers. Anyway, I'm back with another post.
Mom worked me hard today. I mean, we been on our feet all day today. First, my mom took me to this festival thing. Cuz she seems to like going to those with friends and eating food. I'm tellin' ya, I don't know why she don't just eat at home. O well. So this place was litterally out in the middle of nowhere. I mean I'm lookin' out the window and all I see is cows and fields and mountains and stuff. I'm like where we be goin'? And when we got there, the place was really crouded. Kids were runnin' everywhere pettin' me left and right. Where are the parents? Hello! I'm tryin' to work here! Anyway! So there were dogs all over this festival. I think mom called it a pumpkin festival. Ok I literally saw two little excuses for dogs ridin' around in a kids stroler! Made me wanna laugh myself silly! They're all barkin' at me like they want a piece or somethin'. I'm like bring it! Y'all's feet probably ain't never even touched the ground I mean it. Goodness! So I led mom around and around through huge crouds of people while she looked at crafts and stuff. there was cool music playin' too. I love music. I must have done good cuz mom praised me a lot. We didn't stay there too long which was good. And I was not too distracted with all the other dogs. There was even a horse there. I wasn't too sure about him. O well. He didn't bother me or my mom.
So after that, we went shopping. Mom took me down the isle with all the talking moving things. I think those are dumb till mom pulled out this bowl with a hand stickin' up out of it. She puts it on the floor and tries to get me to put my nose in it. Well, I do and the hand attacks me! I'm like woe! What was that for! Mom's all laughing like it's some funny joke. It ain't funny mom I mean it. So then she proceeds to continue to try and get me to put my nose in the bowl, the whole time that hand is tryin' to grab whatever it can! Unbelievable! I ain't stupid! I kept backing up and backing up while mom followed me with the bowl! Good grief! Finally she put it away. Anyway. So after that store, we went to the pet store. There were dogs everywhere today. And mom got out the dreaded gentle leader after a while. Man! I was tryin' to be good! O well. I wanted all the cats in the cages. I cried and cried tryin' to get them so bad while mom made me sit and leave them. Why do cat's gotta be so tormentin'? After greeting a few dogs, and being nice to them too I'll add, we met up with my April, winston, Rachel, and, o ya, Matilda. A few other of our friends came too, and they ate food, again. And as if that wasn't enough, we went to another store where we spent a long time walking around, buying this and that, including a dog toy. I hope it's for me. Mom did get me a new bone. That's cool. I was even a really good girl and found the restroom for mom, and then found Winston and my April afterwards. They kept shopping, and mom and I caught up with them. I was so proud of myself for findin' Winston, cuz mom said find Winston, and I did!
We finally came home and mom fed me, gave me water, took me out to park and I felt better. I slept pretty much the rest of the evening. Accept later Winston wanted to play so I played with him and we also went outside to run. That was cool. So that was my extremely busy day y'all. I'm exhausted writing it all out again. I ain't worked like that since trainin' I don't think. It was great though. Mom was so proud of me, and I heard her braggin' about me to her friends. I love it when mom's proud of me. Well, my crate is calling me. My April shut it up with my new bone in it cuz Winston kept grabbin' it from me and when I'd try and get it back, he'd growl at me. Man Winston, what a grouch. Chill out dood! Anyway. So you all be good, and I'll hopefully update you all on another adventure soon. Y'all be good I mean it.
Reba the dog.
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