Sticks & Stones

May break my bones.  I know.  But Oh, how I love sticks.  Little sticks.  Big sticks.  Wet sticks.  Dry sticks.  All sticks.

When we go for walks, I look for sticks.  Sometimes they get buried in the grass.  But I can hunt them out wherever they are.

This one was buried way in the grass.  But my stick sense kicked in and I found it with no trouble.  It was a good one.  It had branches I could chew off while we walked and it was BIG.  I really like BIG sticks.



See how fun this is?  I don't get why Dad hates when I pick up sticks like this on our walks.  But he does.  Well sometimes they do get tangled in my collar and leash. 

 And sometimes I run into things.  But that just makes it funner.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE sticks!

Hope you have some fun stuff to play with.

Love,

G