Thursday 27 August 2009

Hey! I can still play frisbee ok?

Hmph.
Rosie says Im lookin' like a baby again n it's cute.
Humpph.
I'm not cute.
I'm a scary rottweiler.
...

who LOVES squeaky toys
Daddy never let me have another one after I played with it for the whole night.
It was .... how do I say this ...

CONFISTICATED!!!

GRRRRRR

I used to have tons of balls but they were washed out into the drain by the dreadful rain...

So now...

I have one bone, one ball (which I do not enjoy), and this free frisbee.....



All I want is a squeaky toy and I'll live a long n happy life :D

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