Frisbee's

I love to chase and catch frisbee's but I am really hard on them. I went through 4 today alone, I dont think that made mom very happy. I dont know why, Frisbee's just keeping magically appearing no matter how many I destroy. She must pick them off a tree.

I will admit that I am tough on frisbee's. I dont think it is me, I think it is the frisbee's fault. I like to chew them a little bit and I like to shake the floppy ones (thats the BEST!). I cant help if that weakens them, someone just needs to make one "ollie proof". At least thats what mom says. I personally have fun destroying the frisbees.

My dad (moms boyfriend Jamie) is really really good at throwing the frisbee's for me and I can usually get pretty good air. Mom, on the other hand, needs frisbee throwing lessons. I still run after them, but dad throws them better. Sometimes he tries to fake me out, but I already what he is up too...I just play along.

Today I got to play with FOUR frisbees at once....that was the best. Except I left one out in the field and mom kept telling to me to get my frisbee...well, I would go for the one at her feet and she would tell me to leave it. WHAT??!??!?! You just told me to get the frisbee!!! Then I realized that she wanted me to run all the way out and get the one that I left in the field...so, I humored her and went and got it.

Ooh, Lavender was there too...she just runs in cirlces with a tennis ball in her mouth. Girls are stupid. Then there were some kids playing across the field from us and she decided to run over and investigate. Mom was calling her, but she wasnt listening. Lavender got almost to the kids and for some reason she got scared. She starting barking at them, then turned and ran back towards mom, but she was still looking back, barking and running. She ran straight into mom. I laughed at her (so did mom, but dont tell Lavender, I dont want to hurt her feelings). See....I told you, girls are stupid.

My paws are tired from typing...I will update more tomorrow.

Woof. Woof.
Ollie