Friday, 17 July 2015
DAY 83: I HATE FLAT THINGS
For instance flat treats are fine.
And flat leash is cool - since it means we are going for walkies.
I also like being a flat dog when it is too hot and I am tired (does not happen too often, I admit)
But what I REALLY HATE are the flat things which are impossible to be picked up from the ground.
Such as this one.
My PL throws it away and I run to fetch it and then we wrestle a little and Dorotka is hiding away since I usually tread on her in my excitement. That is all very fine.
EXCEPT when the flat thing falls on a flat surface.
Not only my snout gets almost grazed by me trying in vain to pick it up. I also look like idiot - and folks, I really hate looking stupid! I hit it with my paws which makes no difference. I would swear that thing is sniggering at me!
So, come on, my good PL, pick it up so that we can play again, OK?