Here sits a puppy who has big dreams. He wants to chase tennis balls, cats, rabbits, squirrels, birds, lizards, pretty much anything that moves (unfortunately that includes kids racing by on bikes). He wants to run without a leash through tall grass and over rocks and up and down hills and swim in freezing water temps. And the poor thing has to stay in a backyard all day while his pack leaders are gone. I feel sorry for him. He should be a hunting dog, and we just aren't hunters. But we showed him a good time camping over the weekend. Maybe we should do that more often.