Played stick with dad and slept!
Hello everyone!
Today, me and dad played stick for hours in the sun... I chased some birds (but they got away as usual) and met a Yorkie who wouldn't stop shouting! He was louder than me! Mum wouldn't have liked him at all! I didn't hang around him for long.
I found a hole! But there was nothing in it, oh well, back to the stick again!
... then I slept lots!
ZZZzzzzz!
2 comments:
Sticks rule! When you can't be bothered to play run and fetch, especially when humans do that silly thing where they pretend to throw it and then don't (just mean, really, it's normally the mummy that does that one...), or when you just get tired, you can bite it to pieces without getting told off... unless you do it in the house..
Sticks do rule!
I love playing stick and ball but I love breathing too and sometimes I don't get the chance! (Especially with dad, he throws REALLY far). Anyway, if I'm feeling tired, I just get mum to throw it and I get a rest!
They are quite funny about chewing outside stuff inside the house, can't understand why? I though dad really enjoyed tidying, he does it almost everyday?
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