Dean is so funny with toys. He thinks everything belongs to him and has no concept of sharing. We've been playing fetch and if I don't give him the ball or squeaky toy back quick enough, he starts doing a dance and making noise -- whining -- just talking away to me!
We had a bunch of pillows pre-Dean, and instead of being on the bed and couch, they're all on the floor now. His Daddy is already drafting a step ladder. The little devil thinks coffee tables and countertops are his domain too. (He's been watching the cat.)
Toys. Don't get me started. So many mornings, making my way to the kitchen to make coffee, I've yelled out because I stepped on half chewed nylabone or the prickly teething bone things or almost slid on raquetballs and tennis balls, etc. It just really cracks me up though when I step on a squeaky toy - every fourpaw comes running. |