Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 17, 2019

And Margo is playing deaf.

“I’m not a puppy anymore. Stop throwing it. It’s undignified.”

Throw the dang ball woman! I got a mouthful of teeth and I know how to use them.

Or maybe he’s asking her whether she’d like him to throw it for her.

He’s noticed that as she gets older, she’s just not as playful as she was when he first got her for a human.

If not, he’ll go back to more interesting pursuits, like perhaps his stamp collection.

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Rose…. Hope you had a good day…. and that you’ll check back to see the last of your birthday greetings.

I think Scooter is whispering secrets about his feelings for the ball, and Margo seems to be paying close attention. And no, she will not tell!

Typically, as soon as I lean back in the recliner for the evening, one of my dogs will drop his rubber Kong bone into my lap so I can toss it for him.

He’s saying “Be the ball.”

Actually, he’s mouthing the words as he reads over her shoulder.

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Good morning Sheriff.

Nah. This is just more bonding, being on the precipice of death.

“Teach me to play croquet”???

Vulcan mind meld.

“Fyip? Fwoof? Fwrf? Fwch? Fitch? FETCH!”

The cat is dead.

To date we seem to have two Margo’s and one Edna.. in any case they are trying hard to ignore Scooter and do not want to play at this time. Puppy eyes Scooter.. wistful puppy eyes may do it.. with perhaps.. a little whimper.

Margo is thinking, “…ohmygod! That makes so much sense!”.

Dog Whisperer…….Scooter is programming her.

Scooter is loving her up one side and down the other, even offering her his ball—all in hopes of a doggie biscuit!