He'd been outside for a couple of hours when I got home and just wanted to play. I asked him where his ball was - so he picked up his rope. I said "No, your ball." He got an "Oh! My ball!" look and ran off - to pick up and bring back the other half of his rope. I laughed and said "No, not your rope, your ball."
Which I then went off and found. He played for a couple of minutes but lost interest pretty quick.
Chewing on my ball.
Chewing on my ball.
Hi ho the dairy-o I'm chewing on my ball.
Yep. That's my ball. What you want me to do?
You threw my ball.
That's nice.
Then I decided I would head inside, Yogi was busy chewing on something so I thought I'll just sneak around the side and see if he notices. One blur later... I realised that he had.
So, you're going inside?
I'm going in too! I am! I am!
Just as soon as you open the door.
Cavachons and puppys first!
Women and Children Later.
It's okay, I am a gentlepuppy.
I'll open the door for you Aunty Anne.
He's sleeping at the moment. Tuckered out. Been a long day for such a little puppy.
I must try and find him a pirate hat. I think that would really suit him!
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