07 June 2011

For those of you keeping score at home:

Sophie has arranged my comforter to her liking on the bed.  It takes her a bit to be satisfied.  There is a lot of circling and digging, as well as a deep sigh.  Willis is frog-legged out, gnawing on a tennis ball.  He's happier than a pig in shit.  Earlier the three of us played fetch outside.  Willis frequently slides off of the deck going after a ball.  I think it's hysterical, so I try to make it happen as often as possible.  Everybody wins.  Willis has now stopped gnawing and has pushed the ball to me with his nose in the hopes that I will play.  I might have, if he hadn't just barked at me impatiently.  I don't like to be yelled at by my dogs.  :)  He's back to gnawing now.See? yelling will not get you what you want.

 Aaaaaand, I'm spent.

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