Max, the "yeller dawg" is out in front here. The feetsaball is out in the snow.
Max has the ball and Steel wants it. Some of us are just watchin' to see what happens here.
We're all moving so fast that we're a bit blurry to the hooman eye, but you get the idea.
Steel has the feetsaball, Max wants it back.
This is me on my Petting Break.
WoooHooo... the game is on again!! and Steel's got the feetsaball.
It's a Tug-O-War between Max & Steel!! Here's me nipping at Max. I don't know the name of the other dog watchin' in this pikture. We didn't have time fur exchanging names in the middle of a Feetsaball game.
Here we was all pretty sure Steel was about to loose the Tug-O-War cuz Max had a mouth full of the ball and Steel just had a wee bit of the end of it.
Yet somehow the game went on...
... and on.
We were all pretty excited, lots of barking and hoomans laughing and talking. We don't know how he managed to do it, but in the end, Steel ran away woof the feetsaball... the winner.
If you look close, you'll see the feetsaball in the air in this pikture, and everyone, specially Steel and Max are after it again. We would'a played like this all day but Wendy got a phone call and had to leave, so Mom & I went too.
A good time was had by all, dogs and hoomans alike. Tonight, Mom is in bed early woof a sore back and I'm in bed early cuz I'z tired. Good thing we have a laptop woof wireless internet so we can blog in bed. Arf, arf, arf.