This morning I'm in the backyard with Wrigs, enjoying a latte while he runs around like a spaz with a giant stick in his mouth. I hear my neighbor outside on the other side of the wall with her Golden, Lola. Wrigs is running towards me with his monster stick and then my neighbor yells, "SIT!" (to her dog). Wrigs stops suddenly, drops the stick out of his mouth and immediately sits down. Then he just stares at me. Does he think I threw my voice over the wall? Then a few minutes later he does his business in Pooh Corner and starts heading back towards me. Then my neighbor says, "Lola STAY!" and Wrigs freezes in motion, glancing from side to side. I spit out my latte laughing at this big, goofy (yet well trained) lug of a dog.
Oh and while this was taking place I felt a tingling sensation on my left nipple so I looked down my shirt and saw a teeny ant circling my areola. Though pleasant, I had to flick him (or her) away. Teeny tiny perv.