This morning Flash ran back and forth with Dennis on his bike 4 times and played with Honey to boot. I did some training with him and took him for a walk in the afternoon. He looked tired.
Faker. While I was busy in the house he was very quiet, I thought. Probably resting.
Oh, no. I passed by the kitchen window and saw him chewing on a small rug. I went outside to rescue the rug and saw that he had tumbled over the recycling bins and grabbed the things I had put on top out of his reach--or so I thought.
Plus, the hose was attacked again.
I need to teach him to run on the treadmill.
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