Dawg has this thing where she loves to play hide and seek with her favorite bones or tug toys. The routine is I pick up one of the bully sticks and her ears perk. I put the stick behind my back then pretend to throw it, she looks and waits and then I do throw it and she takes it and runs around in circles in the TV room, me chasing her. It’s her favorite pastime.
Only problem is not all bully sticks are alike to her and she’s very particular about which ones she plays with, which ones she buries outside, and which ones she leaves strewn.
I’d like to enter into evidence Exhibits A, B, C, and D.
I swear Dawg leaves them in these spots just for ME to step on, barefoot, carrying a drink or a cup of coffee. I am sure I saw her smile when I got one now, with a glass of red wine in my hand. You’d think I’d know these spots after all these years and I think I do, until I step on another one.
It’s like how that one stone from the driveway that gets into the kitchen from someone’s shoe manages to be in the exact path of my bare foot. One stone. A sea of floor. My foot finds it. Always.
Anyway, the golf is getting good and it looks like they will be able to finish without another deluge of rain, the same storm that ravaged historic Ellicott City, Maryland. The photos are shocking. Wow.
Bonus Sunday Quiz: How did Baltusrol get its name? If you don’t know and have to cheat……here.