So much for sleeping in.

Apparently the word "weekend" isn't in the canine vocabulary. After about twenty minutes of trying to settle her down, I finally put her in the car and took her up to the deserted Bark Park. I launched the ball so many times that she was visibly dawdling when bringing it back.

"Finally," I thought. "She's tired now."

We drove home and as I was draping my jacket over a kitchen chair, I heard the familiar thud of a tennis ball landing at my feet.

I adopted the most sedate puppy in the bunch. Can you imagine if I'd picked one of the hyper ones who stole my purse and dragged it under the steps at the shelter?!

(She's now passed out on the bed with Daddy, but wow -- can that dog go!)