Does this look like the face of a dog who was so excited to play with his frisbee that he carried it all the way down the hall, in the elevator, through the lobby, out the door, across the patio...only to drop it and proceed to fill it up with his own pee?
Cause it is.
You can see him replaying it in his mind.
"Ohhhhh yes. That was so choice.........."
Except his little plan backfired when we saw it and decided it was high time that frisbee took a one way trip down the trash shoot.
We felt bad for him though, being all excited to do something other than lay on his bed all day, and decided to get the Chuck-it and um, chuck his ball.
Which also backfired because our dog is a retard and doesn't watch where the ball is going. He missed that whole lesson in baseball, you know, the keep-your-eye-on-the-ball one. He was about 1 for 10. The other nine times he spent a good three minutes running back and forth across the field, usually about 30 feet further than the ball actually had gone, looking for it. About 5 of those times we (and when I say we, I mean Caleb) actually had to go get it for him.
So, game over. Match? The Humans.
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Oh, you know how I love 'dog posts'. He looks content even though he did lose his frisbee. That's a riot.
My boss's name is Chuck, and everytime I mention that fact that I've "chucked" something (as in, thrown it out, or whatever) he corrects me. I guess people named Chuck really hate when we say stuff like that. Oh well. I'll never change!! *evil, sinister laugh*
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