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!
Chases Wolfgang Heinrich Von Ryan aka Wolfie born 12/20/09
Waiting for us at the bridge is Chases Chieftain aka Chiefy Left this earth and left a hole in our hearts July 2000