Too much rest

I have decided I do not like rest. Well, I do not like too much rest.

Because the doctor said that I must stay quiet and give my knee time to heal, my mommy and daddy would not let me do anything that I like to do -- no walks, no fetching, no running, no playing, no jumping. Gosh, it was like I had no reason to get up! I am a labrador boy, after all: running, playing, fetching and jumping are what we do!

I had to rest in my crate when mommy and daddy could not be here to watch me. I like my crate, but I like being able to be in my back yard and my giant dog house (translation from Mommy: the garage) more. I guess I cannot rest in those places, so I have been seeing a lot more of my crate. Too much.

Well, yesterday morning, I had enough. Boys need to run and wrestle. We need to burn energy. I have not been able to do that, so I had a lot of energy inside. My mommy fed me breakfast and asked me to help her by being quiet so that she could work. I said, "NO!!!!! I want to run! I want to play! I want to be crazy-daisy!!"

I admit, I was a naughty boy. I did not care. I barked and barked. I went in. I went out. I barked some more. I went out some more. When I did go out, I ran. I ran big laps around the yard, in that funny labrador way (Mommy says the labrador people call them butt-tucks. You have to see them to believe them.). I leaped -- from the grass to the top of the porch without touching any steps. Three times. I was out of control. It felt good.

My daddy could not sleep in all of the craziness, so he got up. We decided that putting my leash on and going for a walk would hurt me less than my puppy crazies would. So Daddy and I went for a walk. It felt really, really good. I slept for the rest of the day.