Sure, I love presents (who doesn't?), but to me, the best part about Christmas is getting together with the family. The day after Christmas we went to Uncle Randy's, and Mia (my chocolate lab cousin), and Sadie (my black lab cousin), and I played and played and played. Mom threw the ball for us, then Uncle Randy threw the ball for us, then my cousin Libbie threw the ball for us. And we got lots of petting and belly rubs from my uncles, aunts, and cousins.
Last time I saw Mia, she was a little puppy, and she really wasn't very much fun. In fact, spending time with her was quite painful because she kept trying to chomp down on my ears and lips with her VERY sharp puppy teeth. But she has thankfully outgrown the puppy stage and is interested in playing something other than the bite-and-terrorize-Garth game. Now I can romp and play with her like she's a grown-up lab!
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| Mia kept chasing me because I had the coveted deflated ball. |
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| She sure has grown up since the last time I saw her. |
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Mia still has much to learn.
Here I'm trying to teach her the eagerly-awaiting-the-ball look. |
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| She doesn't seem to be paying close attention. |
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Uncle Randy demonstrating the strait-up-in-the-air chuck-it throw.
He sure had us confused -- especially when the ball came down
on the roof and rolled off the other side and no one could find it. |
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| Eagerly awaiting the ball. |
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| Still eagerly awaiting. |
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| This is right before Mia grabbed the frisbee and we snapped it into 2 pieces. |
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| Mia got the deflated ball. |
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| She has way more energy than I do. |
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| She sure runs like a puppy. |
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| Mia with her super-nasty retrieving toy, which we all love. |
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| I got the tennis ball. |
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| Mia chasing me. |
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| Demonstrating to Mia the art of returning the ball for another throw. |
