As usual, after dinner I got really antsy and wanted to do something.  Mommy decided that we needed to walk off dinner.  So we put the leash on Vicky and headed out the door, down the street and around the block.  It was a different block from the other day though.  We met different puppies and a few cats.  I met one of the people too.  She was weed-eating her lawn and told me all about her cat Wiffles.  We also met a lady walking her puppy who's name is Woody.  I really like meeting other animals.  Mommy was getting really mad at me though because I wasn't listening to her.  I kept walking up people's driveways and I even once ran into someone's back yard.  Mommy lectured me on the effects of running away.  She said I was lucky there wasn't a mean dog back there!!  She said next time I might have to wear my leash if I don't behave.  She only wants me to be safe.  Towards the end, you could tell I was getting tired because I was playing with the grass and smooshing ants.  Mommy really doesn't like it when I kill little things.  She hopes I grow out of that with enough lecturing. 

Now it's past bedtime and I'm fighting it again.  Last night when it was just me and Mommy, I had my routine and went to bed.  Tonight, I'm fighting it hardcore.  Daddy is trying his hardest to get me to sleep and I'm just stating my case on why I don't want to go to bed.  My teeth hurt.  We hope these molars come in fast!