I need the Red Ball or else I won’t eat.  The Blond One better be there too, sitting, with no threat of getting up to “do something else.”  This means having the white thin block in her lap, or a New Yorker with those turning pages, or ideally she is actually ON THE FLOOR with me.

I like each crumb, one at a time.  Before getting to the point of crunching while looking over my withers, one side back and forth each crumb, the Red Ball is rolled only onto soft patches for me to retrieve.  I never know how many times.  Whatever I want. 

I like to get the Red Ball and avoid her hand before charming her for another roll.  I am good at batting it in designs around my Tipsy Bowl, getting closer and closer, with shorter bats between my two front ones.  No Red Ball = No Eat. 

It squeaks, the Red Ball.  It’s as close to talking, as I will ever get.  I use the Red Ball to attain a variety of Poodle necessities such as walks, rides upstairs to bed, wrestling and play time, food etc.  You Taller Ones make life so complicated by not just asking or stating what you want.

When she comes in the door, or down the stairs, or out from another room it is all the same, as though she had been away, never to return, like the Tall One that left.  I get excited and extra extra happy.  It makes me want to eat!!  Even though I am not hungry per se, I want her to know that I need her each and every time she has been out of eyesight.

This brings me to another point… You Taller Ones, or Lower Legs, I never hear or see or smell the need in you.  I want the Blond One to need me so bad!  Most times she does get on the floor.  Ahh I could let her look at my eyes endlessly.

The time could come when I identify the forming of some outrage… Looking at this picture I most certainly have never been on ANY kind of date with this “man” of ethics…

Shirley started by filling her nice car with dirt, roots, pots, plants, flowers, seeds, tools, food and a hummingbird feeder. Her arrival was quite a site. Determined to get me back into the swing of spring she directed our four hour effort and then it was up to me.She made a second trip with more colorful things. Then other friends donated living treasures. I have always been a collector of rocks but I like doing things with them. Otherwise they get a little restless. I love the numbers idea!

A lot of rocks goes a little ways!