Playdate with Princesse

April 19/ 09

Guess what everybody?? Princesse and I finally went on our playdate!

I've waited so long for this day to arrive. When I finally laid eyes on her, I knew she was worth the wait. She's so pretty and so sweet. I just love her!

Princesse (that's Princess in French) was rescued by Mama's friend, Naomi. She's a Doberman/Shepherd mix and she's two and a half, just like me. She's a good, strong runner, she can jump very high and she loves sticks. She's also a bit of a rascal. She's my kind of girl.

So this is what happened: Yesterday, Mama and Naomi took us to an empty tennis court near their old high school. They kept the gate shut by tying my bandana around the poles and bang - off came the leashes and we ran like crazy.

Well, I chased Princesse and she chased me til we just about collapsed. Being city dogs, we don't have that many chances to run off-leash so this was a real treat, let me tell you. Mama and Naomi were so glad to see us jumping and playing and enjoying our freedom. We had cookies and water and we played with sticks and my favourite ball.

Princesse stole my ball but I didn't mind.

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Frankly, I really wanted it back but I was a gentleman and waited for her to finish chewing it.

I waited and waited.

Til I just went and found myself a stick but...

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she stole that too. I didn't mind. Mama said I was a pushover for Princesse but I didn't know what that meant.


When I found another stick, Princesse stole that one too her. *sigh* So finally I stole her leash and ran away with it! HEH.

You'll never guess what I did afterwards. Naomi, Princesse, Mama and I were sitting in Mama's car. They were talking and having a MacDonald's coffee while Princesse was asleep on the floor and I was sitting in the back seat.

Well, I accidentally stepped on the button that opens the window, but no one noticed. Next thing I know, I'm jumping out of the car! I just could not help myself.

We were parked right opposite the dog run and there were so many dogs there - which is why we went to the tennis courts - and I just HAD to go and play with them.

Well, Mama went ghost-white and she called my name in a shrieky witch voice and ran out of the car. She scared me so much, I just sat down and froze.

She came over to me ever-so-slowly because she was afraid if she moved too quickly, I'd run. She grabbed my collar and gave me a good what-for. Geesh, I sat down, didn't I? I could have made her chase me all through the neighbourhood if I wanted to.

Well, she hustled me back into that car so fast my feet bearly touched the ground. I knew I'd been a very bad boy and I was very sad at being yelled at. Anyway, we all got over it, but Mama says she's going to have to lock my window from now on, or get me a seat belt, so I don't think I'm going to be jumping out of the car again any time soon.