Lately I've really been getting the hang of this speed crawling thing. I don't like to crawl on my hands and knees, but rather I low crawl like a soldier but at breakneck speeds. Don't turn away, or I will fly right past you.
Daddy has been taking me down to the beach every other day or so. He thought that I wouldn't be able to move quickly through the sand, but of course he was wrong. Sure, I can move much faster in the grass, but the sand really doesn't slow me down as much as you'd expect.
With my newfound freedom of movement, I've also really been enjoying my new tunnel with balls in it. The only problem is, I keep getting wrapped up in it. That seriously angers me, and I scream at the top of my lungs. Luckily there is always someone nearby to rescue me. But I sure give them an earful in the meantime!
