Picture of Kasha
Friday, January 9th, 2009
I'm waiting for someone to bring me my dinner
This is Kasha, the third from the top in the pecking order. You can guess who’s last–yep, you’re right–me. But that’s okay, I still can get whatever I want whenever I want it.
At any rate, Kasha is a German Shepherd, and she is real nice to me most of the time. She will go outside and play with me when it’s nice and warm like it is today. It’s 80 degrees! Can you believe it? This is January–it’s not supposed to be that warm, but I sure am glad it is. We played with an old stick today, because she can’t take her ball outside if it’s just us. She has racquetballs, and if no one is watching, she will pop them. She has powerful jaws; probably because she believes she is a wolf. You know, wolves have strong jaws; so, therefore, if she thinks she is a wolf, she also thinks she has to have strong jaws. And, in order for her to have strong jaws, she thinks she has to go around and try to bite and break everything, especially her balls. Me, I’d rather play with them instead. This is probably the reason I have more toys than she does.
Back to the stick! I don’t mind playing with a make-do toy, especially if it’s a stick. If I find a really long one, Kasha and I can play tug-of-war with it. Hey, it breaks up the monotony, and you don’t have to run a lot. Kasha has hurt one of her legs, and she can’t run very well, so we just played other things today. She can’t jump upon the bed, either; she has to be helped. She can jump down okay, though.
