He is a thing of beauty in flight.
On his last leap, he snags the toy. Victory!
You have to let me rip it up now, Phoebe. I have earned this toy.
If it belongs to anybody, it belongs to me, Chet Baker. I have worked for it. And I know you are going to take it away from me again. You are a rotten person, Phoebe, even if you are my sister.
Mether is a rotten person too, for laughing at my distress. Besides, I am not ripping Mr. Smiley up right now. I am keeping him safe.
Well, Chet Baker, I am afraid the game is over. You could choke on bits of Mr. Smiley, and it is time for you to chew a Nylabone. No matter how much you roo or how cute you are, you won't get Mr. Smiley to destroy.
What makes you think that I want that old bone?
I think you will play with it, Chet Baker, because we love you and want you to be safe.
Well, when you put it that way, I can see your point. I am too old to choke on things, but I will accept your chicken-flavored Nylabone. That was a very good game. And I love you, too.
6 comments:
What a great series of photos--but the best of all is Phoebe's loving arm outstretched and touching Chet Baker's side.
Lucky dog--but also lucky home wherein such a dog resides.
My goodness. Phoebe is me, and Chet is my Toby, 30 years ago. Thanks, Julie.
What a precious picture story! Made me miss my 4 lb Shih Tzu, "Peanut" who thought she was a Great Dane! Thank you, Julie for this heart lifting moment!
All I have to say to this: THREE DAYS!!!!!!
The disgruntled face as he accepts chewing the Nylabone? He's slaying me.
Have a fantastic festival!
Yay, I love this story!
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