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I love dogs! My best friends for sure.
My dog won’t fetch. Doesn’t chase balls, either.
Best Buddies Evar!
Happy Birthday to all.
I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers
If I belittle
Dogs or mothers
-Ogden Nash
Our grandkids left a bunch of those same balls outside one summer.
We found teethmarks in them from the foxes.
Tangentially: some friends of ours surprised their teen daughter by filling her room with balloons — she started just grabbing and popping them, so then told her that two of them were filled with water.
Wish we had a video.
Wholly wonderful!
Wholly wonderful! Thank you so much for moving past your personal pain to share something joyful for the rest of us. *heart*
May Good Lord Bless you and yours with peace and comfort.
“My dog won’t fetch. Doesn’t chase balls, either.”
Put it in a jar of beef broth in the fridge for a few days, rinse it off, dry it, and he won’t leave it alone.
If you try to take it from him at supper time you’ll learn his violent side.
Pour some of that broth on his supper and nuke it for 30 seconds and he’ll divorce that ball instantly.
Be smarter than the mutt.