when the sun comes out…by Becca the wirehaired pointing griffon

when the sun comes out, you might think it’s a good day to kill a stick and eat it because you can and you look cool, even though it hurts your gums.

or recall with a chuckle that dumb squirrel you practically ate whole except that he was faster and can climb trees.

but really what you want is to look pitiful so that your human will throw that dang ball for you and feed you that leftover piece of steak in the fridge that you swear you can smell outside right now.

yes, the ball, that is most definitely what you want.

and then, you want to beg some more to do it again, and again, and again…

you are going to throw it, right? i can’t think of a reason why you wouldn’t.