Mama said that if she'd have waited a little longer to name me, and if I were a girl, she'd have named me Twiggy. That's because, she said, I love to gnaw on the twigs in the ground that used to be a dwarf orange pittosporum bush before she cut it down to twigs (it died). Well, all I can say now is, "phooey". Why, you ask? Because after a rainstorm yesterday, she finally managed to dig the thing completely out of the ground. Do you think she saved it for me? NOOOOOoooo! She threw it aWAY! She has a picture of me saying good-bye to it, but for some reason it won't download from the camera. It's just as well. It's too painful for me to look at, anyway.
Mama doesn't have a doggy-cam in the house, or else she'd have a really funny video to share. While she was at work today, grandpa did his laundry. He brought the basket in from the dryer and put it on his bed. Then he made the mistake of leaving the room for a minute. He also made the bigger mistake of leaving the door open. When he came back, I was inside the laundry basket with a sock hanging from one side of my mouth and a t-shirt hanging from the other side. Grandpa laughed and laughed and laughed! Mama didn't believe him: "How is it the basket didn't fall over when he tried to get in?" She can believe what she wants; grandpa and I know what we know!
Then I make my turn after picking up the ball.
Third, I run back with the ball (this one's a little blurry 'cuz Mama I ran back too fast to keep me in the frame!).
Finally, I decide even with the water so readily available, it's too hot and I go to the door to be let in.
Mama went to Petsmart today. She didn't take me with her, which means I didn't have to endure a grooming (though she did give me a bath this morning after our trip to the park). Anyway, she bought me a new toy today. Actually, she bought me two toys, but this one, she said, is special.It's in the shape of a football! It's special, she said, because she loves me even more than she loves football, and she wanted me to have something so I could share in the experience.
Today she tried to put it back on the chair. Ha! I still haven't outgrown my taste for trash! I thought "I'll show you, mama". So I jumped back up. All I can say now is, "Whaaaaaaaa??????I'm not sure what that stretchy cord thing is, but I don't like it. No, I don't like this one bit.
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