Honestly, this dog is such a clown. If he isn't dozing on my favorite chair, he is teasing me with something. He is so expressive and comical it is ridiculous. He lives to torment me non stop 24/7.
It is so clear, what he is saying. "Nicole. Nic-ho-ho-hol? What's wrong with this picture? Tee hee hee".
"Betcha can't catch me! Come on, at least TRY!"
So of course I fall for it every time and chase around the house after him shouting "Leave it! LEAVE IT!" It is no surprise those were my little grand daughter Eva's first words. It is wildly amusing for both her and Ozzie to see me in such a fluff after him.
Yeah right. Really funny. He almost always wins too.
At least it wasn't worse. Remember this? My quilt top. In the wet grass.
And when he killed THREE of my irons one after the other?
And this? My new knitting project?
Or his all time worst, this... No explanation necessary for this visual.
I don't know why I let him live.