I arrived at the apartment and Ringo was ecstatic. He wouldn't sit still long enough for me to get him in his leash, so I let him bound around on the couches for a while. I finally nabbed him while he took a second to catch his breath and I attempted to put his leash on.
Whitney, you lied! The muzzle is not easy! I struggled for 10 minutes before I finally gave up. I buckled the two straps together around his neck and vowed to figure it out next time.
When I was all ready (with three plastic bags... just in case), we set out on our first walk. We walked down Angell Street towards campus. On the way, two different people stopped to admire Ringo. He was very flattered at all the attention and gave lots of kisses. One of them asked what breed Ringo is... I need to get the answer from Whitney or Ploi before the next walk so I don't look like such a fool because I don't know the answer.
We walked all the way to the Pembroke Field where I let Ringo off his leash for 20 minutes so he could have a good long run-around. There happened to be a frisbee lying in the field so we played our version of fetch in which I throw the frisbee; he races after it; he sniffs it; he tries to pick it up; he fails because his mouth is so little; he prances away and lets me run and pick it up; we do it all over again.
I put him back on his leash when he started to get tired and we began to walk back. Whitney, you warned me he was puller, but I really had no idea how true it is. I promise I'll figure out his muzzle thing.
The walk back felt shorter and it was dark by the time we got home. I unlocked the apartment and Ringo immediately ran into the bedroom and started nestling into the pillows. When he realized that I wasn't going to bed quite yet, he came and found me in the living room, writing this post.
Right now he's asleep next to me on the couch. In a little while I'm heading to church for the Ash Wednesday service, but it's going to be v. difficult to leave such a snuggly friend.
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