She Says I Bit Her by Fondue

Yesterday the crazy human came home after abandoning us for the afternoon.  When she walked in the door, it took forever to take in all the smells.  My feelings were hurt that she had been with so many other dogs.  Doesn't she get enough attention here at home?  Is she not getting enough puppy love right here at Whitaker Manor?  Yet again, I just don't get that crazy human.

But, I will confess, it didn't take long to forgive her of her transgressions.  She brought a new bag in the house and put it on the counter.  Somehow I knew there was something in there for me. (okay, it was for Kate and me, but let me have this one moment, will ya?)  She reached in the bag and pulled out a new frisbee.  It didn't take long for me to make it to the backyard.

I love playing frisbee with the human - even though she really needs some throwing lessons.  I can never predict which way I need to run to catch that darn thing.  And, there is quite a dilemma for me as to whether I will need to jump or get really low to the ground.  There's no consistency, but it's fun nonetheless. 

Since we had been at the house alone for what felt like forever, I will admit I was a little wound up. What happens next is what is up for debate.  She was standing there about to throw the frisbee and for the life of me I don't know what was taking so long.  Seemed like she was just standing there holding the frisbee while making a grocery list in her head.  So, I did what any good dog would do.  I ran and leapt into the air, opened my mouth as wide as I could and clamped down on the frisbee.  So I thought.

When I made it back to the ground, much to my surprise, I didn't have a frisbee in my mouth.  What I did have was the familiar taste of the human's skin.  Okay, I guess I need to be honest here.  I also detected a slight hint of blood, but it was only slight.  I looked at the human who was holding her arm and speaking in a frantic tone.  I did my best to look apologetic, but I just wasn't feeling it.  After all, had she thrown the dang frisbee when she was supposed to none of this would have happened.  I am happy to report the she got over feeling bad about making me bite her and she threw the frisbee for a while.  We had lots of fun.