It was a perfect day outside and I just wanted to play. This is my fav-o-rite toy, which my papa found at Tractor Supply. (I don't think it looks like a tractor, but I'm not sure what a tractor is.) I invite my mama to play by hovering over my toy, daring her to pick it up.
Sometimes I have to resort to rubbing my dirty, slobbery toy over her pants to get her attention.
|Can you see me NOW?|
She likes to make me sit, then throw my toy far, far away and let me chase it. I like to keep my toy and have her chase ME to get it back. That's when she resorts to TREATS!
|Ham and cheese|
Sometimes she resorts to a less than yummy tactic.
No, you are not seeing things. She is STANDING on my toy! I have no choice but to wait nicely until she throws it again.
|Well, pick it up and throw it already. I can't wait all day.|
See how nicely I'm waiting?
Finally, I get too tired to run any more so I just roll around in the leaves and play with my toy, all by myself.
Aaaahhhh, life is good.
Until next time...Sir Titan of Nottingham