Our hound, however, charges to the ball at max speed, picks it up, looks back at us, and drops it. In her game we have to go get the ball to throw it again. Sigh.
I can relate, although via physiotherapy experience. The last adjustment of an errant sacroiliac must have been audible all the way into the waiting area in the hall. The man might have lost a customer or two... Oh, and to clarify, I never made a peep, I am talking about the snap of it going back into position.
Decided to start taming the jungle a bit before bed tonight. Got two done: Dread Bread (left) and Pine Tar Kush (Right)
Time to finish this joint of Gnome's Methane and hit the hay!
Decided to start taming the jungle a bit before bed tonight. Got two done: Dread Bread (left) and Pine Tar Kush (Right)
Time to finish this joint of Gnome's Methane and hit the hay! View attachment 1611852View attachment 1611853
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