In a couple hours, my brother and I will be taking the hound to a birthday party. A dog birthday party. (Not quite as weird as it sounds, basically an excuse to have a summer cookout and get all the dogs together to play.)
The catch? He’s never done anything like this. He runs up and down the fence with the dogs next door, but I don’t know of any occasion where he’s gotten to really play with other dogs. (I haven’t gotten up the nerve to take him to the dog park.)
I’ve been telling him all day that he has to BE GOOD tonight. So, he’s spent the entire day being a bit of a brat, barking at the cats, barking at my brother, and generally not being a dog I want to claim as mine. There’s going to be some serious ball playing in the next hour to see if we can’t wear him out a bit before the festivities.
