I love most things in our world, but every now and then, things arrive in my house wrapped up in this white stuff called "Bubble Wrap", and Mum and Dad just love playing with Bubble Wrap. I don't fancy them too much, cos bubble wrap goes "Pop, Pop, Pop" which sound like 4th of July fireworks or thunder, and these scare the hell out of me. I suspect Mum and Dad deliberately leave them lying around the house to get me to share their enjoyment. Wow, thanks Mum and Dad.
Dreaded Bubble Wrap laying in my living room.
Ok Mum, I'll pose here, but this is as close as I'll get to it.
Mum trying to convince me that Bubble Wrap is really a fun thing to play with.
Now, the wrap is still laying in my house and I've gotten used to it. I don't mind Mum and Dad stepping on it and making it pop, but no way am I going to bite it myself. I've been sniffing it, laying close to it and such, but I don't think I'm ready to make it go pop.
Mum's study is also the laundry folding/ironing room. I do my best to stay involved, and help her out by keeping an eye on her to make sure she's doing it right, but it sure is nice to take an afternoon nap, while she works hard. Ahh, its tough being a dog.
One of my favorite things to do is dis-emboweling my toys. And I get to do it legally under the watchful eye of my parents. Their rationale is, this is what dogs do, and besides, I've been good, never eating what is inside. I just spit it right out, so I get to 'kill' my toys for fun. And it sure is fun.
I love playing rope tug with Dad. He likes playing rough with me, he shakes and tugs and pulls, and I don't let go. Every now and then, he lets go, sometimes he doesn't, and he says "Aus" which is German for "out" and then I release the toy, and we start the game all over again.
This is a Christmas present I got from Nanny Lydia. It is a Santa soft toy that sings a Christmas carol to me. The singing lasted for 3 whole days until I killed the squeak. He He He.