I want to get something cleared up. My name is D-E-X-T-E-R! Not Pee-Wee, Shrimp, Shortie, Little Devil, Blackie, Midget, Squirt, Junior, A$#hole, or Hump Meister. Its DEXTER! Got it?
Dexter is a fine name, too.
The inspiration for my name was a book Momma was reading when I was born.
Unlike other doggies
who are named after this!
Need I say more?
And another thing. I am a full sized doggie! I weigh a strapping 75 pounds. Just because I don't make the house shake when I walk around doesn't mean I am small.
Yesterday I went to agility school. It was very hard. First I did the A-frame which I LOVE, but momma says I am going down too fast, then we did the weave poles which I am getting better at, but then we did something new... the dog walk! I thought it meant walkies, but instead, it was a scary bridge. I did OK going up, but I got scared when I got to the top and jumped off. I guess we are going to have to work on that some more.
But that's not the best part. I had an after school playdate!
That's right! There was a brown labragal at school. We were making goo goo eyes at each other all during class and once school let out it was party time (don't worry Randi, we're just classmates).
I'm not used to a doggie that is faster than I am! It was hard to keep up with her.
And she was quick with her toofers too! Ouch! That pinches!
I asked her if maybe we could take a little rest. Because I was getting tired after all that agility.
But she was just full of beans and ready to go!
You can see I am starting to flag a bit here even though she is still all googly eyed running around.
I found out that the labragal I met two weeks ago at school was actually my new friend, Molly's, mother. But Roxy couldn't come to school this week due to being all heated up. I'm not sure what that means, but Momma said it meant that I would not have been focused on my agility. Whatever. I liked little Molly just as much.
I told her to come back anytime and bring her Mom too.