Here is the ball
I was telling you about last month, the one that the miniatures have trouble
catching. As you can see it has put up
with a lot of work, is slightly misshapen now and has lost some of its
bounce. Of course this has nothing to do
with me giving it a good chew occasionally and everything to do with my
incredible catching ability. Not that I
am boastful but I thought this photo gave me a certain cool look with a touch
of sauciness thrown in. I like the
upward tilt of my velvety top lip and the slight exposure of my bottom teeth
giving me a devil may care top dog athletic nuance.
Of course this suave
casual stance all fell apart when I had a little accident in my bedroom the
other night and the Mrs had to clear it up the next morning. I had to grovel as best I could as this cool
dude received a right ear bashing about toilet etiquette, my perfume and
spending more time outside doing what I should be doing outside. The Boss was mentioned as well as I always
seem to be his dog at times like this and nothing whatsoever to do with the
Mrs. Needless to say I was banned from
entry for the day until she had cooled down and even worse my lovely blue ball
was removed, taken and washed until it smelt like a garden flower and only
returned to me the following day with a promise extracted that in future I
would keep my legs crossed until I was let out for my morning constitutional. Dare I say one word in response –
no, I turned into an uncool, hairy embarrassment and rolled over for a tummy
tickle.
