We were in the park in Whistler when a small Daschund brought a frisby and placed it at my feet. I threw the frisby and the little Dashhound chased and brought it back, placed it at my feet and barked. I threw it again and again and I havnt had so much fun for years and years.
I am now thinking of getting my very own Dashound. We fly home on Thursday.
We don't like them after a couple Daschunds attacked my Dad's dog (who's a Staffie no less). Poor Maisie!
Anyway, when out with Maisie one day in the park, a Spaniel (I think) suddenly turned up beside us with a frisbee in their mouth, wanting to play.
So, we got the frisbee and threw it for them, several times, with the owner appearing during that time.
Thing is, Maisie is a Tennis Ball girl and had no idea what to make of the frisbee, so just stood and watched, wanting to chase, but not, a bit confused (confused also that we were suddenly playing with another dog)! 🤣
The funniest thing at work is going into the loos, which triggers the lights to switch on automatically; and then i notice someone else is already in there.
How long have you been in that cubicle?
I hate it when that happens, but on the other hand, I did work in a darkroom for a few years, so I don't mind a bit of darkness until I can trigger the light again or someone (like yourself) comes in.
But . . . why are you trying to share a toilet cubicle? :-)
Let me talk about the birds and the bees...
