Guess who came to dinner?

OK, not really to dinner.  But Ozzie came over last week (remember Ozzie?  The Australian Shephard?)  Anyway, he came to play in our park and then we all went to my house so Mom and his mom, Ellen could have a glass of wine (Borrrrring.  The wine part, not the playing in the park part, that was not boring!)

We had a great time at the park.  First Ozzie and I found the Community Bulletin Board and we were checking out everyone that's been hanging around the park lately. 

Molly the Black Lab was on the Bulletin Board, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was saying.  Molly doesn't spell so good and her penmanship is really bad.

Then Ellen tried to teach me and Ozzie to play tug-of-war with Ozzie's purple ball with a handle.  She said she and Ozzie play with it all the time. 

 I wasn't getting this tug-of-war thing.  If Ozzie wants his toy, he can have it.  This is not a fun game.  (Someday I'll do a blog on all the fun games that I invented, but I didn't invent tug-of-war, so it's not fun.)  On the other hand, if I can sneak the ball away from Ozzie then he won't want it, and then I can have it.  That's a fun game!

Hee, hee, I got his ball!

We all went back to the house, and Mom & Ellen talked.  Ozzie hogged all my bones.  So Mom told Ellen where she could get the same bones and Ozzie could have his own.  He's so grabby but he gets pouty when he doesn't get what he wants.  (I'm not like that.  If I don't get what I want, I just stamp my feet and make weird noises like I'm talking.  Which I am, but humans don't understand.  Except sometimes my Mom does.)   But I think I would like to play with him again.  I like Ozzie anyway.

Have fun this week.  I'm  going to Therapy Training this week, so I'll tell you all about it next week.

Love, G