Let's face it, the days when I can depend on the RH for some bitey face action are long gone. While he is almost lifelike at times, he is no longer game for zooming and spinning around or otherwise providing a much needed release for yours truly.
While I have suggested to momma that a companion for my labraself might be in order she demurs saying, "Oh, Dexter, Mango would never tolerate another dog. You will have to make due with your daycare pals."
That said, I am not without resources and have discovered ways to use the lumbering giant for my own entertainment.
To whit, my current favorite sport which I will call "I'm in your bed and you can't do anything about it."
This game is not without some personal sacrifice at it requires me to come in contact with the surface of his bed. A bed which is encrusted with slobber and other Mango juices best not considered. But it is worth it.
Can you see me?
How about now?
Look at his face! His head is close to exploding from the confusion.
Because here's my secret... when I growl at him he freezes in place like a scared rabbit. Hard to believe, isn't it, but the big dope is actually afraid of me, ME! And growl at him I do! Ha! This is DEXTER'S BED now!
Yup, living room bed, dog cave bed, same good times, different location.
And when it's all over, I can retire to my labracouch.
Neener, neener, neener!