Boggie 2/25/11

Today was Friday, so I didn't have to walk Boggie, but I wanted to anyways, because I was outside with my friends and we had nothing to do. We walked around the neighborhood a little, and Boggie did great. We went to my house because we still could not figure out what to do. Daffy Duck, our long haired tortoiseshell female spayed cat -gasp- was in the backyard. Boggie was kind of scared of her, so I walked him back and forth and did not let him stare at her, as that is rude. Daffy was nonchalant and probably did not even care that he was there. I made him roll over for me and he stayed there until Daffy went inside. When dogs are on their side, it is a submissive stance because they are showing their stomach, which is one of their weakest spots. When Daffy went inside I led Boggie over to where she was. He did not want to be there but graciously stood by me, waiting for my signal. We decided to go to the woods, because my friend had found a swamp a couple weeks back. On the way to the swamp, we saw a snake near the half-broken-down-house and became a little paranoid for a little bit. We did not find the swamp, but we found a wooded area with a river running through it. I let Boggie run and play and we threw sticks for him. After an hour, I got bored do I climbed a tree that had small branches. I fell six feet down onto the ground, but I was lucky because I put my body in a defensive posture and did not brake anything. I just bruised my foot and scratched up my arm from the branch that I broke and dragged down with me. I had obviously been guided by God to fall where I did, because when I looked around, there was broken milk jugs and metal bars and pointy things all around me but not on the spot where I fell. =] Boggie had an awesome time, but he was muddy so I washed him off with his hose.