|I'm in train-ing. Here,|
I'm making a great
train with Percy.
I've decided to be an athlete.
I got the idea in the back yard the other day.
Joey was playing out there with me. She yelled, "Can't catch me!" and ran full-speed down the hill.
It looked like fun, so I said, "Can't catch me!" I zoomed at super-sonic speeds down the hill, around the mulberry tree, back up the hill through the gazebo (under the table and chairs) out, around the swings, around the cubby house and back to the clothesline.
By then Mum had caught Joey. (Joey had to stop and wait for Mum to catch her. Mum's really slow.) And they had come back up the hill as well.
Then Joey yelled, "Can't catch me!" and started off down the hill again.
So I yelled, "Can't catch me!" and I did my big zoom around again.
Mum and Joey were both very impressed with my super-sonic zooming.
Mum said, "Who knew a dog so tubby could be such an athlete"
I'm an athlete!
I found out what athletes do. They train. So I got Percy to help me and we made a train. Percy asked what we were supposed to do once we were in a train. I didn't know. So we had a nap.
That was a pretty good training session, but I could have an even longer one if I could persuade Bumpy to help too. Bumpy's not a very helpful cat, though, so my training sessions might just have to stay at two animals long.
I think being an athlete is fun.
See you later.
Licks and tail wags,
Miss Fantasia Dog
(call me Fanta.)