I've been whining that I never get to go anywhere, so Linda took me to Taylor's soccer game tonight. We got there a little early so we walked around the entire field. That was super fun. Then, Linda stuck my tie-out stake into the ground and I was able to walk about 20 feet around her chair. That was pretty good. Then lots of people started coming. That was OK. But then... the LITTLE HUMANS WITH POKING FINGERS came. That was bad. For some reason every kid I ever met has to poke me in the face. Of course I was super gentle and just tried to do my doga deep breathing to keep calm.
