My hooman is good to me. Well, at least in her mind she is. I would say she’s trying, even if she is not always successful. She knows I like swimming, so she is taking me to the beach every day.
By the way, do you ever ask yourself why “beach” and “bitch” sound exactly the same in human language? As a professional couch philosopher, I’ve been pondering this deeply today.
I was having a perfectly peaceful nap on my towel with my hooman beside me, when suddenly something disrupted me. The hooman probably thought I woke up because I dreamed of my lunch waiting for me at home. She always underestimates my complex nature.
I didn’t smell food.
I smelled her. A glorious, four-legged, long-haired beauty casually chasing the ball through the sea.
Now, I am a tough white Amstaff. You know the type; heavy muscles and a very serious street reputation to maintain. So I sat gracefully, showing every bit of my muscular, fit body. I took a deep breath and mustered all my strength to impress her and catch her attention with my booming voice.
How it went? Well…. Watch the video below.