Tchaikovsky

It was a long walk in the park with the puppy stopping every now and then to smell the grass, the weeds, the flowers, and the lampposts. Every so often an individual or couple would pass us and wished to meet the playful puppy. She was a good girl, and sometimes she would be shy when another dog walked past. I had hoped the evening walk would keep her busy and make her restful at the conclusion of the evening. There were no sprints through the apartment tonight, but she was still very playful. For tonight, I chose the Tchaikovsky radio station. I hadn't heard Tchaikovsky music in awhile, and I was curious if the dreaminess of Swan Lake would calm her enough to sleep. It may have relaxed her because she is laying down in another room. Tonight she seems to prefer laying down by herself.