These last few weeks have been going by so fast, and with classes starting next week, I don't see any sign of it slowing down. I'm starting to realize how much time a dog requires, but it is all time well spent. After a long and sometimes stressful day of work, I look forward to coming home for little Georgia Mae's "pet session": 10 minutes of belly, leg, and behind-the-ear rubs and verbal praise. Despite the desert heat (and monsoon humidity) we've enjoyed many long evening walks and runs together. A couple weeks ago I took her on her first real hike, and although she handled the terrain really well, I think the elevation gain was a challenge, as she tired after 2 miles (compared to our 3 to 4 mile evening run/walks). With my hunnie working crazy hours, I'm so glad I have my little gal to motivate me to enjoy the outdoors every evening. When my mom and sis made their trip out to the desert, the weekend was full of oogling over how sweet and adorable little Georgia was...well that was until she let out her wild side and tore apart her new tennis ball toy. While they were here, my hunnie's family joined us for a BBQ, and lucky little Georgia got spoiled with a piece of corn on the cob, elk meat, and ice cold cantaloupe. Today I started working with her on the "Stay" command. I'm not sure if she's getting it yet, but maybe a weekend of reinforcing it with praise and treats will do the trick. If Georgia could talk, I'm pretty sure she'd say "It's a good day to be a dog."