I have no idea what got into Mocha tonight. While we were walking him, we came up upon a large clearing. On a whim, we decided to take him off his leash to see what he’d do. At the dog beach, he’s off-leash and usually pretty good about staying close to us. So we wanted to see what he’d do in our neighborhood.
As soon as we unleashed him, here’s what happened:
He stared at us tentatively. Took a few steps away. Then suddenly tore across the lawn like he was chasing a delicious, supersonic fly.
He ran in a wide circle. Then he stopped. Looked back at us. Tongue hanging out, hint of a smile.
And suddenly, he took off again. Like someone tried to ignite his farts and his butt hairs erupted in flames. Like a squirrel darting across the street. Like a wild animal, unfettered and free.
A few more times around us in wide circles he raced. Then he finally stopped. Out of breath. And wandered back to our side.
Yup, you read that right. We did a two-hour uphill hike today. And with Mocha’s dog backpack on, you’d think he’d get tired, right?
If you thought that, you’re a fool. Like us. The darn little guy didn’t get tired at all. We think he got tired near the end of the two-hour hike, but I think we got so tired that we started to believe, truly believe, that Mocha was tired too.
“I think he’s getting tired.”
“Yea, I think so too.”
“He’s slowing down.”
“Totally.”
“We should stop and turn back now.”
“Yea, you’re right.”
“No sense in tiring the poor boy out.”
“Yea. Let’s go back now.”
Meanwhile, Mocha’s like, “What? we’re going home already? Awww…”
Went for a nice early-morning hike today with Mocha and his new dog backpack. He seemed to dig it immensely. Took a little while to balance out both pockets with water and treats. After giving him some water, one side would get lighter than the other, so we had to shift things around a bit. Other than that, it worked like a charm.
However, we think a sprinkle of pee got onto the back bottom strap of the backpack. We can’t tell for sure though. It didn’t look wet, though neither of us wanted to put our face up to his privates to sniff & confirm it.
Aww, lookit Mocha, sitting obediently while he waits for Daddy. He doesn’t look particularly happy, but at least he’s not going nuts or anything. He’s just sitting there, staring at me, thinking, “WTF dood, hurry up! I’ve been waitin like foreva for you!”
Now he’s going, “Whatever dood. Don’t even. Don’t even look at me now. Nuh uh.”
