He sits at the top of the stairs, gazing intently down on his kingdom (otherwise known as the living room) with a frustrated look on his face. You see, Lincoln is bored. He wants to run, play, chase…anything but sit here in this house.
And he lets me know.
He moans. He paces. He sits in front of me, staring. So finally I take the hint. I load he and Teddy into the car and we go to Lincolns favorite place in the whole world…the dog park.