Ball games versus a good read
Joe took himself of to the shade of the oak tree this afternoon, for a good read. Spud the dog had other ideas.
He wanted to play ball, he all ways wants to play ball.
Here are Spuds thoughts
If I stand here and stare at the ball long enough he’s bound to get the idea and throw it.
I could lick his toes, that always gets attention.
If I dig a hole, maybe that would work, especially if it get at mum’s bluebells; getting told off is better than being ignored, don’t you think?
I’ll try the cute ‘tickle my tum’ posture
OK, OK, so that didn’t work I’ll try staring again
I wonder what time Tom gets back from work?
I do hope he won’t be long *sigh*. Tom’s always willing to play ball, he likes hitting balls I like fetching balls. They say we have a symbiotic relationship.
Viewers may notice Spud is wearing his ‘Lycra fit’ summer coat. I can tell you we had a ‘bad parenting’ moment at the dog groomers, fleas. Oh dear.