We had a small but mighty storm this afternoon. Wind, heavy rain, and hail.
Thomas was utterly unconcerned.
Sometimes Piglet toys with the idea of forgiving Thomas for not being Franny. The mood always passes quickly, though.
When your tail just won’t behave…
I love how he has to carefully weigh all the options and outcomes, before deciding to bring me his stuffy. He wants to play tug, but he knows that if I win, I’ll throw it and make him fetch it and bring it back before the tug game can continue. Is it worth it? Yes, it is!
This is Thomas’ other favorite game. He plays it every evening, until the noise starts to annoy me and I take away his bowl.
I love the little growl and play bow at the beginning. Thomas isn’t the least bit resource guardy or aggressive about his things or food. He’s just growly when he plays, and he really wanted me to chase him.
I didn’t watch any of Westminster live (and probably a good thing, because the coverage was apparently NOT GOOD). I did watch the Boxer breed ring video, though. There is nothing more beautiful than a Boxer. They’re living, breathing works of art.
I love the bouncy landing. He’s got springs in his legs.