Guess what? Kobe and I have had a dinner invite from some dogs living in Ferndale. Luka (left) and Frodo (right) very graciously invited us to play with them while our parents have dinner. They don’t even know us, but they laid out the welcome mat.
But these kind and innocent animals don’t know that:
we don’t do play dates. We don’t play well with others. Our mom stopped taking us to the dog park since we were not acting nicely. Nothing too awful, but I was ambushing dogs and speeding away, sort of a blitzkrieg approach.
Kobe would follow up by barking in their face and trying to nip them.
Now, I’m not even going to go into the incident of summer, 2010, when I got off my leash during a walk, ran at leashed dogs walking by in the neighborhood and got this (see picture) in return. Or the time that while playing with Kobe I accidently removed a piece of his ear (see picture).
No, as they say, let’s not go there. So, Luka, Frodo, I thank you. We appreciate the invite. But you have nooooooooo idea what you would be getting yourselves into. Still, hope to meet you dogs in 2012!
Tootles, Barcelona
