What happened? My friend Brutus came over to play with me at our private park. But in case you don't remember, I said his name was Buster, not Brutus. And he read my blog! So he knew I got his name wrong. But did he get mad at me? No. Brutus is really nice. In fact he's much more polite than my friend Ozzie. Brutus is kinda like me. But that's not always good when we play together.
I tried getting Brutus to play tug-o-war with my Kong Frizbee. I offered him the Frizbee a bunch of times. I even asked him to play with me and my frizbee.
I tried everything I could think of. I showed him how much fun the frizbee was to play with....
But we played regular games, too. Like wrestling. And running after a ball. He really, really likes to catch balls. Lots more than I do. But I played along with him and ran after his balls, too. I thought maybe then he would play with my frizbee. But the only time he played with my frizbee, was when I was playing with his ball. Then he figured I didn't want my frizbee so he could play with it. Isn't that so polite of him?
But then, he mostly just stepped on the frizbee. I don't think he has a frizbee to play with at his house.
We had lots of fun. And then we both got pretty tired and had to take a break. Brutus was more tired than I was I think. Look at his tongue hanging out. And that was after we both had a drink of water!
I told Brutus I was really sorry I got his name wrong, but I hoped he would come again and play. He is really, really nice. He said not to worry, we could still be friends and he would love to come over and play with me again.
I hope you don't ever forget anyone's name. But if you do, I hope they are as nice about it as Brutus was to me. He's a good friend.
Love,
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