I am so distraught over the passing of Bogart's dad that I even let Pee-Wee almost snuggle with me.
But Momma says that life goes on and I suppose it does...
Here in Master Chew Sits, that appears to mean more snow! Which means that I am forced to engage in morning bitey face in less than optimal conditions. When it snows, the only toy left in the yard is my red ball which Pee-Wee seems to think is his.
I explain otherwise to him.
There are some who would say its bad sportsmanship to keep the red ball to myself, but I'm not bothered. I think the little guy just likes to get me going for the thrill of it all.
Of course I don't corner quite as well as he does...
But I manage to catch him on the return trip.
Oh yeah, and I'm supposed to go easy on him given that Master almost decapitated the hump piggie this morning. Whatever!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!