It started off with Dad playing with Gunnar and a fishing pole. Mom was trying to get a picture of Gunnar in mid air, but itstead she got a bunch of pictures of my butt and Gunnar on the floor because she was too slow and I was major jealous.
I was extremly jealous Dad was playing with Gunnar instead of me so I made annoying whining noises until Dad played with me instead. You'll notice in the next 2 pictures that the fishing pole is bent. That's because the "bait" is in my mouth. I even shook my head and Dad said it felt like a big fish on the end of the pole.
After this last picture was taken Dad had to put one of my toys on the line because I ate the "bait." I was the fish that got away! Mom didn't take any pictures of me chasing my plastic bone on the line because she was afraid. When the small "bait" was on the line she almost got hit in the face twice. She said there was no way she was going to chance her precious camera getting hit by the large "bait." The game ended soon after Mom got hit in the head with my "bait." What a party pooper!!! It was a lot of fun!! Dad said we'll play again when Mom's giant head isn't in our way.
I just noticed the cowdog is back across the street so I better go let him know he needs to go away. I don't think cowdogs can hear very well. Have great Tuesday everybody!