Meko was an older, slightly pudgy black lab who would not come to the gate doors and greet me (nor bark, wag, wimper). He was quiet and had the sad eyes down perfectly. He had me fooled until I tried to take him out to play. He dragged me a few hundred yards and went bonkers when he saw a tennis ball. If you can imagine a dog on Redbull...that's about half his enthusiasm for tennis balls. Two years later his joy brings me laughter daily and I can't imagine my life without him.
Can we please replace these all of these books with toys and tennis balls? And would you please sleep on the floor, you're hogging my bed?