Idle State

Neo is my name. Sleep. Eat. Run. Baths really blow. Tennis balls are fun.

Neo is a very clever dog. Not only does he pretend to write Haiku (ok - so he really just walks over my keyboard), he's also very photogenic.

He also likes to play fetch. It goes thus:

Wag tail. Human throws ball.
Run after ball.
Jump several times own height vaguely near ball. [I'm such a show off.]
Run into fence while looking for ball.
Fetch ball when ball stops bouncing.
Retreat underneath tree.
Attempt to kill ball.
Ball dead. Put ball in dog bowl with biscuits.
Eat biscuits.
Take ball to human but don't let them have it.
Human loses interest. Drop ball on their foot.
Growl until human throws ball.
[Repeat ad infinitum]

If you want to spend time idly, a Yorkie will play this game with you for a very very very long time.

Anyway - Neo's owner found this amusing quote for me from Frank and Ernest Comic Strip - since I'm now the resident ball-thrower:

If you don't mind throwing tennis balls for eternity, I do have an opening in doggie heaven for you.

Cute.

Neo loves the beach. We took him there last week. Except that when he's wet he starts to look a bit like a rat version of Davros with a docked tail.

Believe it or not, Neo has an artificial hip. He was hit by a car when he was a puppy and instead of a life with his back legs attached to a two wheeled trolley (?!?) he had some plates put in in place of part of his hips. My theory is that he also got a head injury which might explain his bizarre ball fetish. Plus the biting on the feet whenever I arrive home. Oh, and the funny noises he makes when he's asleep. Anyhoo.

Back to the beach.