Raw Food Diet, Day 295- Swizzle Butt

This weekend was kind of snoozely for us canines, so when we FINALLY got out for a run we were a little loopy. We ran a mile down to the bark park, and the combination of excitement from off-leash-ness with the cold wintry air put an extra snarzle in our bums. We went crazy! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!I ran myself so hard that I HAD to place my belly in a puddle of melted snow just to cool off. I just had my leg pits shaved so that cold water felt crazy good. A quick dip and I was back in action!

Pupi and mom played Fetch and for the first time ever I chased the ball and zoomed like a beast past my brother and got it! I even picked it up and Fetched it! I've NEVER done that before, and I will only pick up a tennis ball if it's broken. I must have really been feeling my Beasties this morning.

Sometimes I'd get distracted and drop the ball mid-Fetch, and Pupi would nab it and trot back to mom like he's the king of Fetch. No way! I was just busy working on my speediness and Olympic racing techniques.
We found one little patch of sun and zoomied about in it for a bit.
Big Pupi did Good Boy Fetch some more (like a total dork!) but sometimes he'd lose the ball when stopping to weeble on a tree. Usually he was pretty good though.
There was a pretty lady dog there and Pupi would prance about for her, showing off the tennis ball and his manly stride. She was less than amused.
I spent a lot of time snarfeling about, looking for that tasty rabbit feast I know lives outside of these gates. When I see him I scream as loud as I possibly can and ALL the other hunting dogs in the park join me at the gate for a good yowl and bunny watch.
It must have been too cold for that delicious nibblet to be out today.
We had a super awesome time. I got to play with a little 4-year old boy who was with his mom at the park. I LOVE kids! Especially little roughhousing male human pups. His face was at perfect Stanislaw-licking height and his gloves were super fun to tug on. Mom didn't get any photos because she was worried I'd knock him over. C'mon mom. It only happened once! And he laughed! Duh. I KNOW what I'm DOING!

We smiled the whole time at the park.
And after all that lunatic racing we started to slow down.
We got really slow. Heck... I was sitting.
Mom wrangled us together and we ran all the way home. When we got back dad was home for lunch!! Super awesomeness! I got to slobber all over dad's nice work pants and then I feasted hard on a post-running feast before flopping over to my side and snoozeling the afternoon away. After nappies I tried to learn how to write because I wanted to pencil another trip to the bark park in on the calendar for tomorrow. And the next day. And every day. That's a lot of writing.

Dang this dewclaw,
Stanislaw