Conversations with my dog: Ball is no duck

Dad came back from a trip and he already forgot what I like most. He just started rolling a ball at me! A ball!

About me

My name is Toy. I love duck. I was born a dog, I don't remember where. I was on the streets for a while, until a nanny found me. My only possession was a toy, some kind of ball which I chewed to bits! The nanny decided to give me the name Toy, but I don't like it that much. She took me in, she had other dogs. She taught me how to walk on a leash, which I did not like at all. You can take the dog out of the streets, but not the streets out of a dog. Then this guy came once to visit and it turned out to be my new dad. He is the one who started this thing, he forces me to participate. I believe this is actually exploitation, but it's okay, he is nice to me. He lets me run everyday to catch duck, and I love duck. My other hobbies are sleeping, getting pet and sniffing other dogs behinds. Sometimes my dad and I talk for hours, well he talks to me, I just pretend to listen. He says my name a lot, especially when I'm far away he even screams. At that moment I'm too busy catching duck, because did I tell you? I really love duck.

Nov 6, 2013

Ball is no duck

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