Bea: What do you mean I have to drop the ball before you can throw it?

My Margret: I can’t throw the ball if it’s still in your mouth.

Bea: But I don’t want to let it go.

My Margret: Well you’ve got a choice to make then.

Bea: Sigh….

Note: Seriously this happens almost every time. Sometimes Bea turns and goes back in the house with it still in her mouth. Sometimes she slowly drops it so it can be thrown again and sometimes I hear the thunk of a dropped ball as soon as I turn to go into the house. When I turn around she’s looking at me with sad eyes tennis ball at her feet. Yes, I throw it one more time. The struggle is real. 😂 ~My Margret

The best Friday nights include cuddling a pineapple stuffie and watching something good on tv. ~ Bessie Pup

Bea Pup: But why can’t I chew on the new bone.

My Margret: You can but not in the same room as Scruffy. 5:30am is way too early for loud grumble growling and barking from both of you, because you aren’t finished with the bone and Scruffy wants her turn.
Why are you pouting?

Bea: Because you grumble growled at both of us but mostly because I wanted to chew on it in the living room and not in the kitchen.

My Margret: Where is the bone?

Bea: Where Scruffy can’t find it, for a little while at least.

My Margret: 🙄

May you be as happy as a pup with her pineapple. ~ Bessie Pup