Ever wonder what it is with labradoinks and tennis balls?
Sure, I can appreciate the thrill of the occasional retrieve, but I don't go mental fits vibrating bug eyed doofus head like some dogs.
Fool! He tries to get through the door before it is even open and it is all scratched up from his surprisingly sharp labraclaws.
So now momma is all like, "from now on the door only opens if you two are clear of it."
No problem for me. I am a very obedient doggie.
Sadly, others among us seem to totally lose it.
You know what he is staring at? The doorknob. Totally. Like he can make it turn all on its own.
Sheesh. Way to kill a good time, midget.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. My Auntie was declared "out of the woods" yesterday which made my momma very happy, but kind of confused me to be sure. I thought she was in the hospital, not the woods. Whatever. Momma says she is still in the intensives caring unit, but my Uncle says that today or tomorrow they will take out the breathing tube and move her to a normal room. I just know all your good thoughts are helping.