I overheard Mom and Dad talking about my favorite Frisbee. Apparently, all the work I've done to perfect the edges for my teeth has been a bad thing. Putting fang slots around it has made it fly crooked.
It doesn't bother me at all that it doesn't fly straight. It still flies. I can still catch it in the air. I like the pink Frisbee. I mean, guy wolfs can like pink, right? Besides, the blue one doesn't fly as far. It goes out and then falls. It doesn't float like the pink one, which is really disappointing to me.
Mom says next time she goes to the pet store she'll get me a bunch of new Frisbees, even pink if they have it.
I'm worried they won't be the same as my first pink Frisbee. I hope Mom keeps it for me.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Mom was going over the pictures she took of me and Dad playing Frisbee. She likes this one because it shows I'm settling down. She says she can see who I'm going to be when I leave being a puppy behind. Mom thinks I'm quite handsome.
I'm Deuce! I'm always going to be Mom's pup.
Friday, November 18, 2016
The hunters are after the deer. Hey! So am I! I love to chase the deer out of my yard! They see me and they run away. Mom says I can chase them as far as the stone fence, the top of the hill, or to just beyond the shed. So far I've remembered and stopped because it's pretty obvious deer are really fast when a wolf is after them. And boy can they jump!
All last summer we saw a single doe and her two fawns. Mom and Dad asked me not to chase the little ones so I didn't. It was really hard for me to sit and watch them come out of the woods and walk through the yard, but I did it. I'm Deuce! I'm a good dog!
Now there is a big herd coming into the yard to eat acorns. Mom's been trying to get a picture of all of them at once but so far she hasn't gotten the shot she wants. She'll keep trying. Mom's persistent.
Mom says come spring we can take a walk through the woods, off the paths, and look for shed antlers. That sounds like a lot of fun! Maybe one of the bucks will drop an antler in my yard and I can give it to Mom. I bet she'd really like that.
Or maybe not. Maybe if I find one in my yard, I'll get to keep it. After all, it's a known fact that all things found by the Lab, belong to the Lab.