OK, so the other day mommy went to town and came home with lots of food and other goodies, among them a bag of colorful balls. You know they were all for me, right? I mean, who's the retriever of balls around here, who chews them until the felt wrapper comes off, who carries them around in her soft, soft mouth? Right, that would be me.
But Samson comes over with that sweet smile of his, head tilted, looking like he's supposed to get a ball too. Would you believe it? She gives him this pretty orange ball, then turns around and gives me a red one. Samson gives me that look, takes the orange ball into the bedroom and starts chewing on it! My ball! Mine, mine, mine.......
I know I have to be smart (which I am) and patient (which I'm not) and wait him out. He is bigger than me, after all! So I sneak into the hallway and wait. Every now and then I peak around the corner to see what he's up to. It's taking him a long time to get tired of that ball.
But when he hears mommy unwrapping something in the kitchen, he finally gets up and runs to the kitchen to see if he can get a treat (that's all he thinks about, treats). As you can see in the pictures, I now have both balls. They are mine! Both of them, mine!
I soon get tired of the orange ball and leave it behind. I pick up the red ball and go to lie down opposite Samson, chewing on it.
I wanted to show him how my smarts and patience had defeated him. How I now had both balls, even though I sort of forgot about the orange one. But Samson's so easy-going, I can't get the reaction I crave. He's just hot and can't be bothered, eyes closed, tongue out, frog position on the tile.
So I hurry up and chew the red ball. Soon it will be gone and maybe mommy will give me the pretty purple one next. Better yet, maybe we can go outside and play with it. Oh well, a girl can dream........
oh Faith! LOLOL! words fail me at your cleverness. you've heard the word 'share?'ReplyDelete
oh. no? well then. okay. just chew quietly and try not to look like you're enjoying it!
I really miss the mine, mine between baby and Jake, two dogs are more fun than one... Samson looks hot to me and the tile must feel good on his tummy. I am like Samson, heat and me do not like each other.....ReplyDelete
They sure can keep you entertained with so much personality! Enjoy your day sweet friend! Give them some cuddles from me!ReplyDelete
I never could get Jill interested in balls. Oh, we bought a variety of them, but she's clueless as to their real use. Jack didn't have much interest either. I'd love to be able to play fetch with her, but the only things she's do it with are her toys and that doesn't last long. Sigh ...ReplyDelete
Samson is all played out in this heat, poor him, but he looks so regal... Faith still has a lot of playfulness left in her. I love their story.ReplyDelete
Have a great day.
Hi Inger - such fun to read ... and good to see Faith playful ... with Samson doing what he does best - just being himself. So glad they had some toys ... and great you're amusing yourself with them and writing these stories up for us - take care and happy weekend - HilaryReplyDelete
You and Samson are both beautiful! I am so glad to meet you both. He really is bigger than you, but you outwitted him this time! Patience and spying will often get good results! Looks like you are both very good friends, and Mom keeps you well supplied with toys.ReplyDelete
Do you think I could chew on the orange ball for a while?ReplyDelete
Samson has just the personality to counteract Faith's desire to own everything. All he has to do is wait.ReplyDelete
Be patient, wait a good while, and your turn will come.I wonder what is in Samson's mind as he looks on?ReplyDelete
They really are like a couple of kids. Must be fun to watch them. Great post.ReplyDelete
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Awe, what a sweet post. You must really enjoy them. I am having fun just imagining. Thanks for sharing:)ReplyDelete
We have had the same thing at our hosue with Todd - Except the balls were blue and blue... :-)ReplyDelete
Well, I'm glad you got the balls even if Samson didn't realize how smart and patient you were.ReplyDelete
Samson must be miserable in August, in the desert. Lying on the tile and panting to keep cool, poor dear.ReplyDelete
The AC is on in the bedroom, but Samson prefers the tile, even though the AC is better for him. I put them both in the bedroom when it gets hot in the afternoons and close the door to let them cool off. And we live in the desert mountains, not the high desert. It helps a little, in the 90s as opposed to the 100s.Delete