Quality control trio

So.  Our human is home.  And she has already forgotten that story about the ham sandwich.  Or I like to think she has. 

Despite my standoffish behavior after my initial frenzied response when she came in the door, I DID hop up on the bed and snuggle right in when she went to sleep.  When Paxton came near the bed, I stood up as if to warn him that I was there first – but my human, who was not yet FULLY asleep - QUICKLY reminded ME that I needed to be POLITE – so I let him come over.  All was fine and I got comfy cozy again.

Last night after she got home from work, it was dark out so we didn’t go for a long walk.  What’s with this dark in the morning and dark at night thing?  I’d like to blame it on humans but I’m thinking this one is a Mother Nature thing.  So because it was dark, we got to take turns playing with a NEW fetch toy.  One of the guilt gifts.  Which was fun.  While it lasted…

I went first.  I have the most energy – so I get the longer fetch game before my human slows down.  She realizes though, that this “being first” DOES cause me to think I am the Top Dog at times – so I THINK I may not always be first in the future.  Anyway, the new toy was a looped rope thingy with a tennis ball attached.  My human was so happy to bring it out.  And we were ALL excited to try it out.  It was “organic and made of hemp and a healthy toy.”  Perhaps.  But not exactly a DURABLE toy….

I was first.  I WILDLY retrieved it numerous times, spinning and playing tug and having an absolutely GLORIOUS time.  Until my human noted the tennis ball was disintegrating.  Quickly.  So she went and got scissors and removed the ball.  We continued to play until my tongue was hanging out and she was sweating.  A lovely pair.

Next in turn was Frodo.  He had a BLAST.  And he QUITE enjoys some obedience training in between retrieves.  He enjoys a good tug as well – but he is quick to release the toy when my human tells him to.  Me?  Not so much. Maybe THAT’S why the ball disintegrated?

Next came Bucket Head – who bounded off to retrieve in the rec room – which is aptly named.  For Paxton, rec does not stand for recreation.  It stands for WRECK.  He rearranges furniture when he goes to retrieve.  And as for tugging…well, the looped rope was now no longer looped.  He saw to that.  After several rounds with Pax, my human trudged upstairs with the “new toy” which promptly found its way to the garbage. 

I wonder if we could get a job testing dog toys?  Seriously.  If any toy can withstand the three of us, it can withstand ANYTHING. The quality control trio.  That’s us.

So the big treat was fun while it lasted.  Mind you – she DID also bring home some tasty edible treats as well.  Speaking of which, excuse me while I look to see where she put them!  And I check on-line for quality control jobs…

©  Linda Wozniak