Friday, June 10, 2005

Baseballs are tastier than tennis balls.

This is Colby, who was, of course, more interested in the throwtoy than me.

It was a short playday.

It rained really hard on us, plus I got into big trouble for chasing a little white dog and not listening to commands. I got leashed and knew he was mad so I walked like a lady.....until I saw a squirrel.
The White Dog lady was really mad, swearing and stuff. I could hear Daddy mumble be careful who you swear at in the woods.
I should know better than to approach dogs that are on-leash.
I guess I really need that training my pack mentioned.