Here I am, playing with my football!
That squeaky thing is making me crazy!
Dang! I can't find it... but then I got distracted, cause the doorbell rang and I hoot and yelp and bark my guts out whenever that happens. Mom hasn't figured out how to stop me from doing this. Look who showed up! Sierra Rose!!!
Isn't she the sweetest thing you ever saw? Oh my dogness, look at her! And I couldn't "play" with her - imagine!
I'm trying to communicate a la doggie, but the moms didn't pay any attention to that!
It would be so perfect! She thinks I'm sort of her mom and I think I have a new fur-real playmate - right now - this little soulmate of mine! Why can't I play with her?
I get the pats and loving and the "it's okay Sammie, pretty soon you guys will get to play..." stuff.