Get the Hint

 It has been gloriously cool here in the land of Merry, but no snow yet. Drat.

Since it is nice and cool, it is perfect outdoor play weather.

I attack the bouncing Collieball, then herd it straight at Toast and Bleeder. It's my version of bowling for humans. Toast feels that I would make an excellent soccer goalie.

Bleeder and I play ring chase and tug. She flings, I chase, I nab, I run back, I run into Bleeder, she tries to pull it out of my grippy jaws while I shake my head violently and try to knock her off her feet.

Since Bleeder is quite dense, and needs to be told when I want to play ring, I have to be pretty obvious about it

hint, hint!

Normally I'm allowed downstairs, especially when my services are needed for laundry day. I escort the laundry down the stairs, then I sniff the laundry room, then stick my head into the dryer while Bleeder puts the wet clothes in it, and for my efforts, I get a laundry cookie as payment.

Sometimes I'm not allowed down there, so I must supervise things from the couch.

You sure you can handle things down there ok?

I'm more than happy to eat that garbage so you don't have to take it to the curb.

Of course, it is also grub season, therefore it is time to aerate the yard.

Just the right size to break an ankle. My work here is done

Unlike my predecessors who felt that grubs were a tasty delicacy, I prefer to dig up the grub, then roll on it.

Just a little dab of grub goo behind the ear.

Every evening at 6pm SHARP is pink bone cheese time. I'm pleased to announce that Bleeder has finally mastered the art of cheese stick stuffing into the pink bone that she no longer needs direct supervision, so now I just impatiently wait for it to be delivered to me.

Did you remember to stuff all four sides? Took you long enough.

I need to go take my nap because today is sniffy walk day and I want to be good and rested so I can drag Bleeder down the street again.

- Casey -