now this is Keeley's idea of the perfect weekend (sort of...)

Well, it looks like spring finally decided to start. It was a beautiful weekend here in Milwaukee. Keeley spent all day Saturday with his grandma. They went to Muttland Meadows for a whole hour and then he got to lounge in the sun while she raked his yard and cleaned up the garage. Then Keeley lounged in the car while she washed it. Keeley just loves to lay in the sun. I call it "sunning his buns".Since I didn't have to work on Sunday, we all took a walk together at Lake Park in the morning. It was an hour long walk which is more than Keeley usually gets and he loved it. He got to meet a 2 year old Golden Retriever named Comet who he shared a stick with and also a 15 year old German Wirehaired Pointer named Charlie who wanted to own Keeley.
Here's Keeley walking with his grandma. He sure has grown up to be such a wonderful dog. He's been really good with dealing with bikes and strollers lately. He used to be so scared of those things. He was even able to walk right past the heating and air-conditioning unit behind Lake Park Bistro without being afraid of the noise it makes.
When we got home, Keeley watched me transplant some seedlings into larger containers. This is the first year that Keeley didn't even try to kidnap any of the newly transplanted seedlings and take them into his yard. He was a perfect little sweetheart and just watched me do my work without disturbing anything. Even when I'd duck into the house to retrieve something, he just waited patiently for me to return. What a good pup!
Here he is sunning his buns again with our neighbor, Chris. There are a lot of kids that live on our block and they love to come over and visit with Keeley.
Later on Keeley's grandpa is going to come over and barbecue something for us for dinner. Now that's Keeley's idea of a perfect weekend!

8pm Note: Oh no! It seems that Keeley is not feeling well again. Maybe we over did it on our walk? Maybe his tummy is upset again? He's got such a delicate digestive system! He's acting very low energy and he's got his tail between his legs. Did he eat something weird? Could it be the pizza from yesterday? It's times like this that I really wish he could talk to me and tell me what's the matter with him. For now, he just wants to be petted and loved. I hope my little fur-baby feels better in the morning! Actually, I'm beginning to wonder if this is just an act he does on Sunday evenings/Monday mornings because he knows I've got to go back to work.