Day 4: Since it’s Memorial Day, Alfie and I celebrate with a plethora of walks around Uptown. I’ve discovered his suspenders (aka: harness) in the bag his dad packed, and he is exceptionally patient as I master the dressing process.
After a long day, I decide we need some down time, i.e. BOOKS! Alfie does not agree. To show his lack of interest in reading (and my lack of attention), he chooses my favorite pair of jeans from a nearby chair and hops into bed.
Day 5: Alfie has decided it isn’t in his best interest to eat aforementioned favorite pair of jeans and has lived to see another day.
Today is the first day I must leave Alfie for more than a quick errand. “Kennel up, Alfonzo!” He hops into his crate without a whine, but stares through the bars imprisoning him with a look of utter horror. WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME LIKE THIS?!
After work, dinner, and a quick walk around the block, Alfie, Jeff, and I head to my Aunt and Uncle’s to meet Gunner Dog for a play date. Gunner and Alfie are best friends. They run circles around the rooftop patio until there are no circles left to run in their panting bodies. We go home, Alfie drinks 2 bowls of water, and it’s already time for bed.