When The Dog Wants To Play

All day long, Kasey has been hanging out with me while he waits for dad to get home, mostly just laying around kind of mopey, once in a while out in the yard to terrorize all UPS drivers, small children, and squirrels. So finally, the time arrives, and dad is home, and he's a happy puppy again. Time to play! I'm trying to work, and the dog decides I'm the one he wants to play with. Just wonderful! So he starts chewing his toy right beside my leg to get me to throw it. Then he got the bright idea that he could put the toy right on my keyboard, and I would have to stop typing and throw the toy. I wonder if anyone has ever told him he's too smart for his own good?

Moral of the story: Never underestimate the wiley ways of a dog who is ready to have a little fun after a long, lonely day.