Pet toys!

[Jim]

Trish gave me a thorough chewing this morning, a fair and balanced performance, most of which centered around my apparent inability to pick up after myself. The exhibit in question? One lonely pair of shoes I stepped out of last night when I sat down on the couch. (Now stored in the closet so no picture available.)

Now, you wouldn’t think a single pair of shoes could land a man in such dire straits, but apparently, I was one step away from testing the comfort of outdoor sleeping arrangements. Meanwhile, my loyal buddy Ryker watched the whole event unfold from a safe distance, nodding in what I assumed was sympathy until I realized he was actually siding with Trish. Probably out of self-preservation, since he’s got roughly a dozen toys scattered across the living room himself.

Pointing this out didn’t improve my standing. In fact, I think it made it worse. So, I’m taking this to the court of public opinion: should I really have to sleep outside over one misplaced pair of shoes when Ryker’s allowed to redecorate the living room with toys at will?

 

[MemoriesByTheMile]

 

[Rollin Ollen]

Besides proving the ALPHA, I think Ryker is catching some slack because it seems he is as spoiled as our Bella. Bella, it seems, can do no wrong in our coach. She dictates a time schedule for HER NEEDS and WANTS and too bad for the rest of the world. Sadly, she is the monster we created.

 

[DennisT]

I’m betting all us married guys are staying out of the discussion

 

[team bradfield]

I can't comment, our GSD Megera has more toys spread out than the grandkids