Camp has been fun and I even have visitors. I've met more people from the group that saved me and the people that work here really love me and give me extra special attention.
One of my visitors comes regularly and she does some "training" with me. Wait until my foster mom gets a load of me and finds out all she needs to do to keep up with what I've been learning. We are working on all kinds of things - sit (which I'm a master at), down, leave it, take it, stay, wait and off. We try these commands in different places around camp just to be sure I remember I'm supposed to know how to do them anytime I'm asked no matter where we are.
My foster mom, dad and doggie brother and sister came for a visit one day with the trainer to make sure everyone was on the same page. Then after we worked really hard, they took me for a walk. We found this pen of pigeons - my foster mom doesn't want me to say I have great hunting potential, but boy did I find it interesting. My foster brother saw it first, but I quickly found what he was staring at - they smelled really good! Who knows.... maybe I'll be a hunter too! Hey - just because I'm 9 doesn't mean I can't learn new stuff!
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