Let’s Play Catch!
“I got you mom!”
O’Malley! You’d better think twice about biting my ankle.
“But I thought we were playing catch. I play the attack duck and you play the ankle.”
YOU might be playing attack duck, but I am not.
“Will you play if I give you a running start?”
Mmmm nope. But I am walking away to go do chores.
“I caught you again, ha ha!”
OUCH! O’Malley you’d better stop that right now, young man.
“Your shoe is no match for me! I can still bite your ankle!”
That’s it O’Malley. I’m throwing you in the pond so you can cool off.
“Okay. But then I can catch you again, right?”
Sigh.
4 Comments
Ha ha ha, great pictures and story of your ankle biter;-) It must be love.
I think you should get a snapping turtle for your pond, see if O’Malley still likes to nibble on you;-)
Tiff – you need to make a fake ankle to play catch with O’Malley – how about a boot at the end of a fishing rod?
Talk about distressed denim. Tiff, I see a product opportunity here: O’Malley Peepers Authentically Chewed Jeans. You could charge big $$ for them.
I wonder if hanging jeans in our drakes’ pens would interest them.
I really don’t mind the nibbling except when I am barefoot and he goes for my toes.