From the History Books

I've been hanging around dogs for a long time. There are a number of stories from "way back". This one is from the days when I had roommates. Morgan was a super sweet lab/rottie/pit mix who loved her family but wasn't necessarily thrilled about others. She was also super intense about the laser pointer. She loved it to the point that we couldn't play it very often because she would obsess over it. We called it her "buggy" and if you asked if she wanted to play with the buggy her big eyes would pop and she would run in circles. When she chased the light she would muzzle punch it and nip it with her front teeth. This was adorable... but also dangerous! She would do this no matter where the light was. Floors, walls, couch, your leg. This was OK if you knew were paying attention. But occasionally, you would fall asleep on the couch. One of your clever roommates would quietly get up and grab the laser pointer... and point it at your leg. You'd wake up to a little pinch and a dog that is really confused about why you just yelped in alarm. Roommates are jerks.