Sorry, no photos of this one...
This morning, stupid PeeWee barfed up his entire breakfast. Yuck (that's two full cups of kibbles). But momma said it looked exactly the same as when it went in since he'd only had it in his belly for about half an hour. So naturally he started snarfing it down again. Ick! But the weird part is that when momma went to grab him and put him outside he growled at her really fierce! It being 5:45 AM, her brain wasn't firing right so she tried to get close again and he growled again all the time eating his recycled kibbles and not even looking at her. So she decided to just let him eat it.
Now, the curious thing is that I KNOW momma takes things away from PeeWee all the time. She will pick up his food bowl halfway through a meal, take bones out of his mouth, all sorts of stuff (and he puts up with it without a peep), so this really surprised her. And its not as if its something they can "work on" unless she is going to buy some dog barf to put around the house. Any thoughts?
OK, on to more savory topics.
We broke out the super sized tennis ball from Mack and Sally Ann.
I was most excited to play with it.
But then it ATTACKED me! And bit my leg. Oh OW! Oh save me!
Mango Momma here
Mango ran after the ball with great enthusiasm, but then he stepped on it and kind of twisted his ankle (that leg is prone to strains anyway). After that, he wanted nothing to do with the super sized tennis ball. Poor guy.
Stupid PeeWee continued to play with the ball even though I warned him it was filled with peril.
Check it out. That ball is almost snapping his poor little labraneck. Are dogs supposed to bend that way?
Then it made him start walking around on two leggies. Not to mention, his face is blurry like Tanner's gets when he is about to be cracker dog.
Ruh roh. I think PeeWee and the scary giant tennis balls have united against me.
It was time to put a stop to that nonsense at once. I needed to rescue PeeWee from the evil giant tennis ball (are those his ears or has he sprouted horns). No time to waste!
Stay away, little dude, this thing could kill you.
Phew, that was close. I think I will stick with more normal sized balls from now on.
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