The Rock Star

OK so the day of green attire is over.  Put those props away for another year. Or better yet - destroy them.

So you know how humans collect things?  Like stamps, or coins, or in the case of my human - old dog things.  And lots of other junk.  Well, we finally figured out that Einstein is a collector too.  Of rocks.  Tiny little gravel rocks.  We first noticed it a few weeks ago.  My human had taken us for a nice walk up the road.  And when she got home, she noticed something on the kitchen floor.  And in the hall.  A bunch of tiny rocks.  No bigger than the size of a pea.  She wondered if she had tracked them in herself, because she HAD come in with her boots for a minute.  She swept them up and went to the kitchen sink.  Einstein followed her.  And when he realized she wasn't having anything to eat  he walked away.  Leaving a collection of rocks where he had been standing.  They must get caught in his fuzzy feet - particularly if the conditions are damp outside.  He has more coat than I do - so it's not really a problem for me.

Now cleaning up his collection is not the bad part.  The BAD part is that if you don't do it quickly, Jaws will help.  Which means he will pick up one and start chewing on it.  And just TRY and get him to drop a pebble smaller than a pea.  Ever open a dog's mouth when he has something he shouldn't?  Well you can open it, look inside and you will see nothing.  Like MAGIC, we can make the offending object disappear - only to start chewing again when we are released.  It's quite a unique skill.  And I'm thinking rocks are probably a bit more roughage than anyone needs in their diet.

It's the WEEKEND.  Let's see what kind of mischief we can get into for a change.  Bwhahahahahahaha.  Like the day of the week matters! 

Have a good one!