Sometimes I wonder why it is that black dogs are just more fun.
For example, last weekend, I went to visit my nephew, Oliver, a blond, jolly chap certainly keen for ball chasing and bitey face. Yet, somehow, I just wasn't feeling that joie de vivre.
|I'm ready to go inside now, please.|
Then today, my pal, Jimmy came over. Note that Jimmy is decidedly black (albeit somewhat recalcitrant about getting his photo taken).
|Just look at the camera, then we'll both get some nommies.|
But photo ops are really for the humans because the whole point of having friends over is to run around the yard as fast as you can for as long as you can. I think you know what I mean.
I'm unclear as to what sort of dog Jimmy actually is, but from the way he moved, I have to assume some border collie and maybe a touch of greyhound. Yours truly felt positively slothful compared to him.
It wasn't long before the next door neighbor dog, Winnie, decided that she wanted to join in the fun. Obviously she sussed out that this was a black dog affair.
|Welcome to my side of the fence.|
Little did I know that Winnie and Jimmy (the coupling of their names is a tad cloying) would launch into some body bashing dance of love. Foolishness such as that is not the way of the labradog, thank you very much.
|I'll sit this dance out.|
I retreated to the comfort of my pool. Besides, I needed a break and what could be more refreshing than splashing about in the cool waters of our local pond?
I never knew Winnie was such a party animal! She partied 'till she puked!
And Jimmy pooped more times than I could count!
I admit to feeling a bit miffed at the evil witch who had insisted I empty my tanks before the party started. I'll know better next time.
|I'm trying to ignore the boots on Jimmy's mom. Humans... no fashion sense.|
In conclusion, I can now say with certainty that black dogs are more fun.
Let's hear it for black dog power!