This weekend I went to a camp for stroke survivors. I don't know what that means but I know I had fun. 
I ran along the beach. 
Had a camp fire. 
Met the local wildlife. 
Got lots of pets & practiced my "under" and meal times. 
Worked on controlled greetings. Control is relative when you're 14 weeks old. I am getting the hang of it slowly. Haven't mastered the "paw" thing yet. I tend to get a little excited with all the action around me.
We did arts & crafts. I helped
That doggy in the window wouldn't play.
I even got some off duty time to play with some kids.
I made many new friends along the way.
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