30 April 2013

Stop in the name of Scottie Love

[caption id="attachment_2532" align="aligncenter" width="500"]Mr. K says, "STOP in the name of Scottie love..." Mr. K says, "STOP in the name of Scottie love..."[/caption]

Rarely is Mr. K seen without his one, true love: a squeaky tennis ball. His preference would be to have one with him at all times. The tennis ball, however, doesn't feel the same way. It is a case of unrequited love, when you think about it...I can't imagine enjoying being slobbered on, chewed up, spit out and ripped apart all together. Still, Mr. K fights hard for what he loves and when his beloved tennis ball tries to roll away, he's not shy about chasing after it until it succumbs. What's the one thing your pup can't live without?

8 comments:

  1. Woof! Woof! A dog and his ball ... I can relate. Enjoy your day. Happy BlogPaws WW. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar

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  2. Our boys will make due without toys- surprisingly tiny twigs have made fun games! So I'd have to say they can't live without their beds!

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  3. I love my squeaky tennis ball too! It is the best toy ever!

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  4. No contest-treats. Mr K is play oriented. I'm a gourmande.

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  5. What a cute shot! My girl loves her Hoof.

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  6. Our dearly departed Gus loved tennis balls too. It would only take a minute or two for them to be destroyed. Finlay, however, has his "baby". Its a stuffy that has never been destuffed despite every single other stuffy being destroyed - that's why They call it "his baby". Me, Bobby, I'm the weird one - don't seem to like anything really ...... other than food ...... and walks ...... and oh yeah I like to be trained - but that's something entirely different!

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  7. Cute picture! I have a feeling the tennis ball is about ready to get pounced on!

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  8. Oh that's sweet:-) I have a squirrel toy called squiggle nutkin. I carry her around in my mouth and have to protect her when the hoover comes out!

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