Bad Boy...Good Boy...Bad Boy
 

This is what I sounded like this morning. Wolfie woke up in a fresh mood this morning. He got a hold of one of my son's paintballs. UGH! I know he took it off the work bench in the basement, because that's where I put it after I found it on the floor. (note to self to kick son's butt about that one) I told Wolfie he was a bad boy, and told him to come to me. He walked over with his head down. I told him to drop it, and he gently put the paintball on the floor. I said Good Boy, and as soon as I leaned over to pick it up, he grabbed it and ran. I'm yelling bad boy and drop it, all the time thinking " please don't bite down on that" and " please don't swallow that" ! So he goes in his crate with the paint ball, and puts it down. I tell him to leave it, which he does, and I take it away. No good boy for that one. Unfortunately, I had my favorite pair of white mittens on, since I was about to go outside with Wolfie, and that's when the paint decided to leak out through the little pressure marks made by Wolfie's mouth! UGH!! Of course none of it leaked on the floor or on the crate or on Wolfie, it just had to come out when I picked it up!

sorry , but that is funny. guess he thought he found a new toy. i would rather buy new gloves than a trip to the er vet. enjoy the rest of your day.

not as bad as the day my furballs got a hold of a fishing lure taken from my work bench.

You're right, he does love toys, especially new ones.

Wow Wolfie was definitely in a mood. Thank god we never had any paintballs here or Lucky w/ his ball drive would have painted my walls. In Wolfie's defense he is usually a very good boy.Now that Ive read the other postWolfie probably think it was a new toy. Lucky believes if its a ball it must be his.

and if it is round it must be a ball. I have one of those too. Tasha thinks all balls belong to her.