I have several toys that I love, so it’s kind of hard to choose an absolute favorite. I’m going to talk about one of my toys that’s right up there near the top. It’s my piggy. I’ve had at least four and possibly five of them. I still have the partials of three of them. I still love to get them out and play with them.
Actually I have to confess a problem with my piggies. You see, when they are new, you can bite them and they make a low grunting noise like a real pig. I’m not sure if I really like it or really don’t like it but no matter, I just can’t bite it enough. I have destroyed the noise maker in every one of my piggies. The last two took me only 30 and 15 minutes, respectively.
Okay, so it’s not the same as finding donuts but it tastes just as good. Yesterday was a really good day for me. First, we went for a bike ride to the dog park. That was a good five mile warm-up. When we got there I was trying to chase balls like I enjoy doing so much.
There were two other dogs who had other ideas. Some dogs like to chase balls and other dogs like to chase the dogs that chase the balls. I had two of the latter such “friends” yesterday. The one dog was hound-like and he barked like crazy and tried to jump on me and stuff. I set him straight with a few growls that told him I was not interested.
We had a good time the other day when Dad and I went for a bike ride. First of all, our intent was to go for a big long ride to the east side of town to a place on the greenbelt where it comes within 20 feet or so of the river. This is a favorite stick retrieving spot for Dad and me. But a funny thing happened on the way to the river before we had a chance to get there. Let me explain.
We were cruising along on the greenbelt about a mile from home when we came up on Trent and Gin, a nice couple who live in our apartment complex. They have an Australian shepherd named Annie who is about my size and age. We are both full of energy so it’s fun to play with Annie. Our owners moved to a place where we had some room to run around so we got to play for ten minutes or so while they talked.
Here are a couple videos of Annie and I playing:
I don’t just like sticks, I LOVE sticks. When Dad takes me walking or running out on the greenbelt, there are hundreds of sticks everywhere. Not every stick is a keeper though. I’m a little bit picky about ones that I’ll pick up and take with me. It can’t be too big because it can slow me down. Sometimes I’ll pick one up that is too long and I look like some kind of deer with an oversized antler!
The stick must be light enough to float so if we should happen to go by some water I can retrieve it. There have been a couple times when Dad picked up a soggy old stick that sank when he threw it in the water. That was kind of a mean trick but I don’t think he did it on purpose. The perfect stick is one that doesn’t break and can be thrown a long way so I can swim out and retrieve it.
It wasn’t the nicest day yesterday because we didn’t see much of the sun. But then again, it was the last day of February and it was close to 60 degrees. That makes it hard to complain.
Dad had a few errands to run so we went for a walk and took care of them on foot. We walked along the greenbelt until we got to Veteran’s Park which we cut through to get to State Street. On our way through the park, Dad spotted something on a picnic table. Could it be? We got closer and it was confirmed – someone left half a pack of donuts!
What a score! I didn’t see them until Dad told me to check it out. I sniffed all around the bottom of the table expecting to find something nasty on the ground. Then I looked higher and could not believe my nose! Donuts!
I immediately thought of Homer Simpson and the noise he would have made. Click on the Homer Simpson below to hear a YouTube sample:
I climbed up on the table and looked at my gift from heaven. They looked as if they had been there less than a day. I tried to gulp one down quickly but it wasn’t that easy. I sure could have used some milk to wash it down!
I did my best and munched a couple more bites. Dad didn’t want me to get sick so he didn’t let me finish the whole thing. There were about three donuts there and I got to eat two of them. I didn’t mind leaving the rest because I was pretty full.
Dad is thinking of making a cake tomorrow. I told him that since I got to eat donuts that he should get to eat cake. When we got to the end of our walk, I played fetch in the parking lot. That was a great way to finish!