Piper got to come with because she likes all people everywhere, unlike Tweed, and Wootie wanted to stay home and eat a lamb bone.
So it was just us gals, ogling some bike p0rN together.
We were not standing in a very good spot, as the event was packed and it was hard to get to the fence as it was. In fact, Piper had to charm her way into a spot – no one was moving for ME! So I did not take many photos. Also, drool is bad for the 20D.
Piper claimed that it was a really long walk for not much satisfaction – she likes neither bicycles nor the art of racing them. She got kind of interested when this guy fell down, because Piper believes that all people at Piper level are there for the purpose of loving on her.
So to make it up to Piper, who felt shunned by the downed racer who never even looked her way one time, today we went to the beach.
As is normal for Beach Day, Mr. Woo got some Big Air
But the Wootie Toy is holding his interest less and less these days. After about 3 throws, he’s bored. So I bounced Piper’s ball for him instead and learned something new, either thanks to the angle of the shots … or it’s unique to Woo playing with Piper’s precious toy.
MAD TEETH ™ in the background of every photo! Apparently, Mr. Woo is not allowed to play with The Princess’ ball as it makes her ANGRY. What a witch!!
Bet you didn’t know that Sport could run! But he can!
Look at him go!
It’s the weirdest thing. He is, after all, basically a bag of bones rattling around in a thin furry shell, yet somehow he manages to pass himself off as a live dog.
He still would like to be indulged when it comes to food. The rules of feeding Sport are:
Rule # 1 – never talk about Feeding Sport
#1 – Never expect him to eat out of a bowl, or off a plate
#2 – Never offer something you offered him at the last meal
#3 – Never assume that he won’t eat something because he claimed to hate it the last time you offered it to him.
#4 – Never assume that he will eat something because he claimed to like it the last time you offered it to him.
…etc. I am force-feeding him about 1/3rd the time, hand feeding him almost all of the other 2/3rds, with a small percentage for the times he actually eats food of his own volition.
He is still a bag of bones. No matter how much I stuff into him, he doesn’t seem to gain any weight. But he does not seem unreasonably miserable or anything.