Okay, I confess. Even since little monster butt mutant puppy (aka Abby) learned to swim, she has been a total ball hog. Seriously. She dashes out into the water like her butt is on fire
And gets the ball before I even get a chance to get my big toe in the water.
I taught the mutant how to swim, and now she's stealing the ball. All. The. Time. It's annoying!
She is SUCH a ball hog that Mom and Dad have started bringing two balls, so the mutant super swimmer can go do her super swimming thing, so I can enjoy calmer, non-mutant-infested waters.
This also gives Dad the opportunity to continue to hone his throwing-two-balls-at-once skills.
As an aside, Mom totally got lucky with that picture; if she had been trying to get a picture of the ball in the air, she would have failed. But since she wasn't even trying, she got lots of pictures of balls flying through the air.
Anyhoo, we apparently give off some sort of friendly vibe, because whenever we are at the park, other doggies want to join us. Or maybe we just have uber-cool tennis balls. I'm not sure which.
Two days ago, we were joined by "Stormy" who had escaped the not-entirely-watchful eyes of her young owners. Abby, being Abby, had to be all social-like (giving me a rare opportunity to steal the ball).
Today we were joined by CP (or something; I didn't really get her name, and Abby's asleep right now, so I can't ask her), who is a Belgian Shepherd. She didn't ever want the ball, she just wanted someone to swim with. So while I was chasing my own personal ball, Abby and CP did laps around the pond.
At least I got my own ball while they were off doing their thing...
And they seemed to have fun together.
And CP was a pretty friendly sort.
As for Abby? She kept going long after the rest of us were tired....
Crazy mutant tennis ball-hog puppy. *sigh*
In other excitement today, I saw an old friend. Way back when I was a wee pup (I was 10 weeks old in this picture), Uncle Larry brought his new (at the time) Australian Shepherd puppy to the House With Wheels, so we could play. King is a bit older than I am, and at the time was smacking me down pretty seriously (most of the pictures are really blurry, so I'll spare you the pictures). I was such a wee bitty thing!!!! (Yes, that red ball of fluff was me!)
Anyhoo, I have only seen King on and off over the last 2 years, and very briefly. Today, King came over with Uncle Larry, and while Larry was talking house stuff with Mom and Dad, Abby and I spent some quality time with King.
Just for reference, King weighs 35lbs, while Abby is close to 60lbs (the recount has not been done yet, so her weight is still a guess, but since her butt is bigger than mine, I'm thinking she weighs more than me), and I'm 56-ish lbs. Needless to say, we had a GREAT time!!!
Anyway, I'm a little miffed that my "little" mutant sister is now a demonic swimming tennis-ball thief. But at least Mom and Dad recognize that Abby is a ball hog and have given me my own tennis ball to chase. But still. I ask you, where is the gratitude from the youth of today?
-Fiona and Abby the Demonic Mutant Tennis Ball Hog Puppy
PeeEss: If you question my claims that Abby is demonic, this should give you all the proof you need:
Biggify at your own risk....