The 'Butt is Most Displeased

My son asked my husband and me to foster an abandoned dog that a friend of his rescued. We put up a brave show of resistance but of course we took the dog. They say he’s a Lab but I think he’s a Lab mix. Black Lab’s don’t normally have a white stripe on the chest. He also has some white toes on his back paws and is smaller than most the Labs I know. But, overall, he looks very Lab-like. His name is Ben – coincidentally the same name as my future son-in-law.

Chase and Emily brought the dog over last night to help us decide whether we would take him in. Of course, Ben didn’t leave with them. He’s a lovely dog and can do something we’ve never been able to get one of our dogs to do – he can catch objects in mid-air. He loves it … he really loves it. All our dogs would just sit there while balls, Frisbees, treats, whatever, bounced off their snouts but this guy is an ace. I can’t wait to play Frisbee with him.

Oh, and he wuvs the cat. He just wants to play with him and thinks it’s so cute when Tiggerbutt growls and hisses at him. Ben looks from us to the cat and it looks like he’s trying to say, “Look! Look how fluffy! I want him. Please, please, Puhleeve give him to me! We’ll have fun. Promise!” The cat makes a break for the door, imitating a pinball, never touching the floor. I swear to God it was like watching “Thunderdome.” That cat’s amazing. He ran on the wall. As long as Tiggerbutt doesn’t try to jump over Ben, he should be just fine. Right now the ‘Butt has taken refuge on top of one of the den bookshelves:



Who wouldn't want to play with that?