- Zeeke is finally calming down in the car. I strap him in and he lays down for the whole ride.

- … but nearly clobbered me when I unhooked him. I had to throw myself onto his body (not much choice there, I was kind of IN the car at that point, and he was trying to shove past me) to restrain him.

- Running on the long rope was great for him, he really seemed to enjoy it… and it helped tire him out a bit.

- … but standing in the middle of the field, as I was, I was human bait for every little bug in the vicinity. I had a cloud of little bugs hovering around me.

- Unfortunately, when outside I cease to exist, in Zeeke’s mind. For the time being I’m just calling out “Zeeke, this way!” when he gets to the end of the leash, and walking the other direction. No formal “Come!”s yet, I didn’t have treats with me and I think it’d be too much for him at this point in time.

- Put him on the short leash after he’d run around for a bit, so we could walk the trails. He dragged me down the stairs, up the stairs, wouldn’t pay attention to me.

- … and then took a big dump on the side of the trail. Me, mouth agape, saying, “No, Zeeke, noooo!” No baggie. A couple with a dog walked past. Me, feeling extremely embarrassed, asked if they had a baggie with them. No, they used theirs. So I attempted to pick up the poop with leaves. Big, mushy, stinky poop. Meanwhile, Zeeke is pulling thisway and that on the leash, chafing my hands and pulling my leaf-holding hands right into the doggie poop. I got halfway through, then fled.

- Zeeke took a nap after that. I washed my hands thoroughly, then sulked a bit. That dog just challenges my patience so much.