Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Oh, I got it. Yes, I did.

So, tonight we were going round and round and round the living room playing "Get him," which I usually do pretty well, but tonight I got The Boy very, very well! I got him so good that I took the bluebell right out of his mouth! No, I didn't knock it out and then pick it up. I took it. With my pointy teeth.


It's mine now.

See me with it?

I surprised The Boy and The Alpha (and myself a bit, too, honestly!). When The Typist got home, she called it a smackdown.

11 comments:

Russell said...

Congratulations

zorra said...

You da dog!

(and a beautiful dog too, by the way)

Matt said...

Good job!

Spooky said...

Alright! Way to go, Cub!

(Just don't come to my house and take my toys from me...I may never come out from under the bed!)

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

You must have wanted it BAD!!!

RevAnne said...

Way to go, Cub!

Mary Beth said...

Go you!

Songbird said...

Yay, you!!!!

avanta7 said...

And did it taste good? Huh? Did it? (Phoebe's typist transcribes her yips)

LawAndGospel said...

Way to be! Buddy the beagle is jealous- a little too long in the tooth for those games now. Tagged you and the Typist over at my place

Lindy said...

Excellent work Cub... Just excellent! That story makes me wish that I had a little dog to play with. My guardian does try to play with me but I always win... she's hopeless and gives up too easily.

Enjoy your moment of glory!

Rowan