I think we've all agreed at some point or another that Prada is a pretty stupid (cute, but stupid) creature. Well, I'm second guessing that. Today when I got home from work she brought me my tennis shoes. She knows that whenever I put on my tennis shoes (which I don't know why they are called tennis shoes because I've never played tennis a day in my life), we are either going to the dog park or for a run. Apparently I don't work out enough for her to get the point that those aren't the only times I wear those shoes. This is even more impressive because I keep all my shoes in a giant Rubbermaid container and she was able to pick out (without harming, mind you) the correct shoes.
Even after I put them away because it gets dark too early to go to the dog park since.... yesterday, she continued to whine and stomp her paws (yes she does that, like a two year old... wait she is two) until I took her for a very brief walk around the neighborhood. Now that she had said mini-walk she is laying nicely in my bed.
Brat.
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This may be the first time I've seen Prada without her ginormous tongue hanging out. She looks almost stately here - maybe there's hope for her yet!
What a smartypants!!! That's really pretty impressive!
Did she do it by smell? Does your tennis shoes smell of dog droppings from the dog park?
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