It was Georgia's first long walk out in the wilderness, and boy was she excited. She was pulling so hard on her leash that she was panting and wheezing. Towards the end she got a bit overheated and kept wanting to sit in the shade and have a rest. Mom and dad took us to a little pond where we could cool off. I looooove swimming (that's the lab in me), and I didn't want to get out. Georgia was a bit scared and didn't want to go in too far. But once summer is here, she'll learn to swim and love the water like I do. After our walk, we went to the dog park and ran around like headless chickens with a German shorthaired pointer named Milo.
Tonight we're a couple of pooped puppies. I have stretched out on mom and dad's bed for a rest.
Georgia has collapsed in a snoozy coma in the hallway (her usual spot). She has no dignity, unlike yours truly!