|A very tired FLD Gus.|
Not the hour-and-a-half drive after a weeks visit at Margaret's.
Not Lab-wrestling with Rosie.
Not puppy-class at Leader Dogs for the Blind.
Not the late-night hanging out at Anne's afterwards.
Not the 6:00 am wake-up the next morning.
Not the hours waiting in the truck while I visited my mom and dad.
Not the short walk we took around my folks' condo complex.
Not the shopping trip through Meijer's.
Not the 2-mile walk through our old neighborhood.
Not our puppy-group meeting at the Clinton-Macomb Library.
|A worried Gypsy in the townhouse as I pack.|
Not Gypsy's anxiety as she worried about me packing up the truck.
Not the long drive north to return home.
|FLD Gus does not want to be bothered.|
Nope...could not have been any of these things. No sirrreee.
|"Just leave me alone!"|
Hmmmm...could it have been the check-out-the-dead-trees-for-next-winters-wood hike through old snow around our "patch" with Andy and Gypsy?
THAT must have been what tired out FLD Gus.
Yes, most definitely.
|FLD Gus drags himself up, turns, and flops down to a spot of sunshine.|