Grand

Today I am much too busy to become sixty. I am becoming a "grand".   Dog, that is. Our "grand puppy" Riggs is spending the day with us. She got up right on time. One minute early in fact. I was ready. I must admit it was because she is on a schedule. I am a firm believer in the schedule idea with a puppy now. First things first. We went on our walk. As my son Daniel says, "Mom, you have to walk her the minute you take her out of her crate."  "Right Callie?" Note: I am a believer in the crating idea now, too. I did. Callie is my daughter-by-Danny. Danny is my son.

As we begin our walk, Riggs is very RELIEVED. Holding it all night is not easy for a puppy.  As we started our walk, we met a neighbor with her adult yellow lab. Riggs looked at the lab and for a fleeeting moment was scared. As the fleeting moment passed, she was couriggsous. They played leash bound (as we live in  town) and Riggs really wanted to unleash and go to play mode. Being a grand dog is like the saying for gardening:  It's a metaphor for life... I could write on abut the metaphor thing except it is play time. I must share...Or rather, I want to share...