Yesterday was pretty rainy, so not too much to do around the estate.
Master started the day by carting off the door to the dog cave. I think he needed firewood to keep the barn warm. I hope that he doesn't start to dismantle our estate one piece of wood at a time.
What are you doing, Master, need any help?
Huh? What's up with this? He replaced the door to my dog cave with some sort of half door contraption. Why do you suppose he would do that?
Meanwhile, I was just kind of settling in for a nice meditation in the dog cave.
Momma took this photo of my hiney for reasons known only to her. Something about my "cute leggie."
Even the Mango can only meditate for so long (20 hours per day is about my limit) and so I began to grow bored with all this inside stuff and gave PeeWee the universal playtime signal of biting my own leg.
Come on, little dude, let's have some fun.
Sometimes he needs convincing to play so I put him in a head lock and bite his face.
Hello? Time for fun!
Now we have a game on! AR AR AR! I have to admit I am proud of those brave little fierce faces he makes. Of course they do not compare to mine for total intimidation factor, but it is a great approximation.
I am not supposed to play run around bitey face inside the house due to my propensity to knock things over and slide around on the non carpeted floors, but it is possible to have fun without ever actually standing up.
Here is a short movie version. Please excuse bad lighting and decrepit background. Its not called the dog CAVE for nothing. Hope you have a great weekend!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!