It doesn't matter if I'm tired and sore from helping Andy get shipments ready in the Habitat for Humanity MI ReStore warehouse most of the day before; it doesn't matter that I walked the puppy two miles yesterday; it doesn't matter that the wind makes my fall-allergy-sinuses feel like my face is the "target" assistant to a ham-fisted knife-thrower from a second-rate circus.
Taking the puppy outside to "park" and chase around with Gypsy several times today didn't cut it. Neither did a 20 minute session of obedience command work after he spent three hours in his crate while Andy and I visited my folks after dinner.
A three-month-old black lab puppy needs a walk EVERY DAY!
FLD Gus and I are walking tomorrow...