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The first thing Enzo did when I walked in the door was drag me upstairs to show me his new bed and his shark sheet. "Daddy built it", he said. Then we drove over to the vet to pick up the dogs who were getting some shots and a flea bath. He was kind of crazy in the vet lobby. Shouting about the fish tank, and pretending to swim around like a fish. "swim swim swim swim stop! swim swim swim swim stop!" all the while doing this funny crouched walk, waving his hands and arms slowly, like swimming in slow motion.
We got back home, and made a late pasta dinner. He did well with his beefy bow ties while we watched some Planet Earth. A little after 7, we ran down the street to burn off some energy. Enzo took another nasty fall, but this time got his hand out in time and did not head his head, just a scraped knee, no tears. He's doing this funny thing with his arms, swinging them back and forth when he runs. He starts watching his arms instead of his feet, and the swinging throws him off balance.
We went straight up to bath after our walk, and then to bed. Same drill as last night. I read him books until my lantern lost it's charge, and then sat in the dark room with him until he fell asleep at nearly 9PM. It's a good thing that little chair of his is so incredibly uncomfortable or I'd still be up there asleep next to him.
