Going For A Walk
What a terrible morning. It is raining and the wind is blowing hard. I am really warm where I am, but she will still want to go out. I just know she will. It was the same yesterday, I was quite happy where I was sat in front of the T.V, but she made me go out with her. She always makes it seem like she’s doing it for me, but I know it is for her really.
Why can’t she go out on her own? This is what I would like to know. I watched her look outside this morning and could tell by her face that she was thinking it is horrible and wet out there, but she will still want to go out.
I do not understand how she can get so much pleasure from playing with a ball. Back and forth, back and forth, it wears me out!