Jake was bouncing around on the path, jumping up and down trying to get his favorite orange ball from Jack. Amy swam which was her favorite. Sometimes she quietly swam after the ducks, and when she crept up to them, they smartly flew away a few feet just to tease her. When we got to the north end, we let the doggies ran and swam to their hearts content. It was my favorite to watch the doggies having fun.
The pups slept in the car on the way back home. Jake put his head on Amy's back, and he took up most of the back seat. We gave them each a piece of dog bone when we got home, and they were very quiet the rest of the evening.
This morning we heard sirens from Highway 1, and we heard Jake howling at the patio. I sneaked out to the kitchen and saw Jake standing in the patio doing his howling thing. Instead of howling at the moon, he was howling at the ambulance. Even though he was doing this adult and masculine thing, he still looked very cute like a puppy. I still remember a 6 pound fuzzy puppy who wiggles and kicks around when I tickle him on the belly, who nip me with his pointy puppy teeth and slept for hours afterwards.
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