rustypants speaks

as mentioned in posts of days past, dolby, our big dumb black lab, doesn’t as much “play” with toys as “hunts, pounces, dismembers, and eats” them. given the expense that is required to keep him in squeaky toys, we’ve pretty much resorted to bricks and barbed wire as his only toy source.

and then i found a toy we’d bought for him months ago.

he was bored. so was i.

and it wasn’t long before we were having a blast ripping, tearing, chewing, and annihilating this toy. dolby’s lethargy instantly left his body and he was transformed into a terrifying jungle beast bent on the disemboweling of his prey.

watching my fun-loving puppy morph into the creature capable of giving me the “step off, mo-fo, you in my space” look you see to the left is quite a sight. an hour of pleasure was had by all as he retrieved the first of four squeakers and a mound of stuffing. we played some fetch, he ripped and rended, i shot some pics, some more shredding and mauling was done.

and then it was over.

we both pooped out on the floor and watched Oprah.

such is the life of the suburban feral mutt.

7-11 turns stores into kwik-e-marts – promo for new simpsons movie.

hee hee!!

we had a fun-filled visit to maryland last week.

we got to see a lot of good friends. ate crabs. stayed up late talking. played cards.

dolby got to hang out with his old friend, Ace. they got into some wonderful fights and rough playing over dolby’s toys (Ace won 98% of the arguments because he’s just a smooth and cool dog – dolby’s not refined enough yet).

and now i offer the pictures to you. enjoy. or not.