I’m use to more elderly dogs, not crazy energetic puppies. But I took her to the park and ran around. She walks so beautifully, much better than my dogs. She even looked to me once we reached a fork in the path, to check which direction I wanted her to go.
She was a pooped puppy for the rest of the night. But a little bit emo, until my sister came back.
She was so excited when I got up in the morning. Really makes me miss living with dogs. *Sigh* One day I shall have a small house with a big backyard.