I don't get to walk anymore, but I do RIDE every day. See that harness? it lives in a basket by the garage door where the car lives. A few days ago, I heard Mama say, I think he is to sick to go for a ride. I stood up and walked over to the basket and laid my head on the harness, then I stared at her with my lazer beam eyes and Voila! I got to ride.
No matter how sick I get, I want the ride, even if I am so sick I have to lay down. But most of the time, I WATCH everything... I love riding more than walking............. Mama mumbles about gas money and riding a dog by paying 2.19 a gallon. Doesn't bother me. I don't even know what dollars is.
PS Mama said to tell you, even sick, I come to the side of the bed and STARE at her until she wakes up, then she guesses what I want. She tries OUTSIDE? Food? and checks the radar... Today it was the radar clue. She let me on the bed with her and daddy. I speak to da Mama and she does what I say