The dog who doesn't follow us from room to room, is relatively indifferent as to when we're home and when we're not and who probably dreads weekends because they cut into his "me" time, has finally found a sliver of his inner canine. I couldn't be more proud of him. The epiphany came last weekend while he was playing fetch in the backyard. When he got tired of playing, he darted under the back porch and began digging a hole in which to bury his ball (
translation: I am not going to run after this thing for one more second, and this seems to be the only way in which I can stop you from throwing it).
I was standing on the porch, watching the dirt fly out, laughing hysterically. By the time I grabbed the camera, he was finished digging and just lounging in the dirt, out of our reach, all rugged and regal. Once he'd had enough, he came back into the comfort of his house to continue his siesta on his favorite spot on the couch. Of course, after he got the dirt off of his paws, that is.
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Love it! He is so sneaky. Sammy on the other hand watches me a little to closely when I plant things. Her head tilts a little to the side and I know what she's thinking "hmm, I could do that a lot faster and it would be fun"
Before I know it the new plant has been dug up and she is a proud helper.
She's too cute to get mad at but man I've wasted a lot of money on plants!
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