This morning, Rosie took a brief trip to meet the legendary Roscoe, King of Windriver. They bounced all over the estuary walkway, and then Rosie slipped and twisted her ankle and had to be on-leash and walk slowly the rest of the way. The dog just seems to get hurt a lot. After our walk, I put Rosie back in the car and went for lunch. When I came back, she was curled in a little ball, fast asleep.
When we got home, I hid dog food around the yard for her to find. This was a pretty good game, but it was cold and rainy, so we went inside and Rosie lay down for a good nap.
In the evening, we went to the pet store and bought Rosie some more treats, a new chewie rope (to wet and freeze for her teething gums), and a big-girl leash. She's much easier to handle with the new leash. After the store, we went to the dog park, where Rosie played multiple games of fetch (no sign of trouble from the ankle, fortunately). She was completely worn out when we left. And muddy, of course.
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