He's not a dog!

Last night at the puppy play time was a bust. He wasn't afraid of the dogs, so that was good. He just didn't want to have to deal with them. He'd decided that his place was in the lap of the person that worked there and it was OK if other dogs came and greeted him by touching his nose. If the gal nudged him off her lap, he'd stand next to her for a minute and then climb back on.

Nope, he's not a dog person- but we'll keep trying. He has SO much energy and I know that if he'd break down and give in to the idea of actually playing with one of these foreign creatures, he'd really enjoy himself.

He's POOPED out today, but if it's nice I'm going to take him out on another adventure. We went on our first hike together yesterday and he had a blast. By the time we were done, he had mud up to all four of his elbows (knees?). I'm lucky in that we have lots of places to take day hikes in our area, and now I have a hiking pal. I've missed that.



A pooped Einstein is a good Einstein.

I guess I should just diligently do my job hunting in the morning and ENJOY my afternoons by going outdoors with my little pal. When I get a job, I don't want to look back on this time as the months and months of hand wringing and worrying days. I want to remember this as a really awesome vacation.

Yeah, that's it.