Sunday was our bi-weekly visit with grand doggons. That baby boy is growing up fast, really fast. It seems like just yesterday he couldn’t even make it up the stairs by himself and now, he owns them. Well, actually I think he owns everything. It’s a weimaraner thing.
Grammy went to Costco on Friday and found these fabulous balls with handles. She was mildly surprised to find out that they are toys for horses. But hey, at the rate Maverick is growing, he’ll be a horse in no time.
Goldee got the ball first. Like every good big sister, she shared.
Maverick, not so much. Once he got a hold of the ball it was his, all his. The ball was nearly as big as he is, but that never slowed him down. The handle was just all too convenient.
He proudly carried his big green ball around showing it off and then, Goldee found a new toy and I fear the big green ball was history. Yesterday’s news.
He wanted what Goldee had. The big stick from the forest or their semi-wood pile.
Goldee held on as long as she could. But that little brother was tenacious. Poor Goldee, I’m not sure she signed up for him.
Yes, the good grammys buy the baby safe sticks and safe balls and just what does the little fat head want? He wants the big rough sticks. He wants to rough and tumble with the big dogs.
All I can say is kids these days.