On Friday it was raining and I can't stand it when I get water on my paws and on my coat. I absolutely refuse to walk. Once we were out of the door I saw the dark patches on the concrete and made an immediate right to relieve myself as close to the door as possible, thus limiting the amount of time I would be exposed to the elements. That wasn't good enough. Mum pulled me forward like I was going to walk... right... ain't happening. So I dug my four paws into the ground and pulled back hoping she'd get what I was saying. Mum looked silly, she was carrying this thing over her head that covers her (not me!) and I was pulling back with all my might making it near impossible for her to walk me. She gave up: Bugsy-1 Mum-0.
I guess she felt bad that I couldn't spend time outside, as she should, I mean, I need exercise! Have you seen my waist? Anyway, she and dad decided to throw some of my favorite toys around. They were throwing my toys all over the place and I had almost every toy out of my toy basket, dad normally doesn't let me do that. It was so much fun! The only problem was after I ran my butt off to pick them up, they'd come over and take the toy away from me. WHAT THE...? I tried growling to ensure they understood my displeasure, but that didn't stop them. They did it over and over again. Finally, I just decided to protect as many of my toys as possible.
This first picture is of me during playtime zoning out with my toys around me.
The second one is because mum called my name and she was holding that weird contraption that flashes light.
The last picture is of me guarding all of my toys so my parents would stop trying to take them away from me, it's my guard dog pose.
