Saturday morning

I slept in my crate all night without getting up to have the 2 am potty break. I think I was so tired from all the fun we had yesterday.

I walked down to Lake Harriet and got to hang out at the lake. There are all kinds of people and dogs down there. So much to sniff and put in my mouth. I was overwhelmed.

There must be a little confusion because everyone I meet at the lake kept calling me, "YoursoCute", and here I thought my name was "Murphy" (or is it George, or Fritz). As long as no one starts calling me Taffy!

I got up this morning with my Dad around 6:30. We sat on the front step and read the paper and had some coffee.

What a beautiful day :)