|Yes, those cushions really are that ugly.|
He looks awkward as hell doesn't he? I can't believe being scrunched up on that chair can be comfortable, but that's how George spends most of his days outside in the sun.
Notice the red ball. Pup bought it for him. George is BALL obsessed and his favorite kind are the not-cheap Kong. He loves those balls. He is sleeping with that damn ball.
He walks around outside with the ball in his mouth. Sometimes he barks with the ball in his mouth. He hangs his large noggin over my laundry basket and drops the slobbery thing onto my CLEAN clothes. Yeah.
He chews it like it's gum. He waits - and waits - and waits some more for us to throw it.
He hangs his aforementioned huge noggin over the deck and tosses the ball onto the driveway where it sometimes rolls down into the street. $7 gone just like that. And a sad dog looks at me with those eyes.
Love you George, don't throw this ball away because I swear you'll be on a diet of those cheap-ass PetSmart balls from now on. I mean it!