Dogs at
play! I manage to entertain the
miniature versions of the Boss and Mrs by encouraging them to play with my
favourite ball. They are reduced to
serious giggles when I catch their throws after the ball has hardly left their
hands and I thrill them with my acrobatics when I jump up to retrieve it from
high above their heads. Despite three of
them being slightly older than me I have noted their ability to catch a ball is
seriously lacking in expertise and I therefore have to drop it at their feet to
ensure the game continues. Having noted
their deplorable catching skills, the tables are reversed when it comes to
walking on two legs instead of four as I have to say, they have learnt that
skill far faster than I, who has still not conquered it, and as for propelling
themselves forward on gadgets with circular legs that go round and round called
bite-cycles, they can remain seriously un-bitten and out-manoeuvre me every
time.
We also play on
the slide but when it is my turn everyone seemed reluctant to be at the bottom
with loving outstretched hands to catch me like they did with the
miniatures! Their reluctance may have
stemmed from memories of the way I launched myself from the top with only my
back feet barely skimming the slide or they may have remembered the last time
the Boss tried to catch me mid-flight only to be flattened by my missile like
impersonation. He seemed rather
perturbed when I covered his face with kisses to say thank you for cushioning
my landing. Either way no one seemed
interested in my version of Doggie the Eagle and I was left at the top of the
slide looking like a right lemon!
