Yeah, I was a little late to work today.
But it wasn't my fault! The dogs were playing. Together.
On Purpose and with Intention.
I mean, The Pup had to put in a solid 30 minutes of effort (bonking The Dog in the face with the toy, barking, etc) before she got The Dog interested in playing Crack Puppy (Object of Game: chase and run and bark, very fast, while running into things and causing havoc). I couldn't let all that hard work go to waste.
Today's passenger/accomplice on the Crack Puppy rampage was... BLUE BALL!
|Ear to head ratio... Magnificent!|
|Crack Puppy. Just about ready to detonate.|
The subsequent zoomies that erupted after that pose where amazing.
Like furry brown, black and white pyrotechnics.
We had some excellent tongue footage as a result.
Then she pulled the guilt-inducing "aw, do we HAFTA stop playin?" face.
Sad fact of life though, Pup, you want more balls, we need more money, therefore to work I go.
|Stupid fact of life...|
Tired doggies are pose-able doggies.
Or maybe it's a Ceiling Ghost sighting...
Maybe I'm happy to be at work after all...