Bout time. You gonna open this gate so we can get our willies wet?

Samson and his mini-me Buddy down by the lake.

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NO Maisy. I will not let you tear up mom's bra!

I will put my body in harm's way to keep Maisy from chewing up mom's favorite undergarments. - My Buddy

(Did you see me mom? I blocked Maisy Moo from ripping up your stuff even more than I did at first. Opps.)

What?! That was not a toy?

I am not sure what a "bra" is, but it was stuffed and I could fling it around like a sling shot. Plus it smelled like you mom.  Can you sew it back together so I can play with it again? - Buddy

Am I dreaming?

I was napping and smelled chicken.  Did someone lay these pieces here for me?  Am I still sleeping?  Are these treats real? Can someone put them in my mouth? I am tired. - Maisy moo

Get that damn camera out of my face.

I know I am sleeping in your chair. And you know I hate pictures. I call that "even".  Now go away. - Shanti

Yep. I slayed the monster.

So much for your tough John Deere, thick roped toy.  I tore that bitch apart in 2 minutes, ripped its squeaking heart out, tore out all the stuffing,  and laid it at your feet.  NEXT. - Buddy the Ripper

(Oh, and slung it around until the knotted rope part hit you in the eye. I feel like David and Goliath. Bring it on! You keep buying these pricey toys and I will keep them from attacking us. I am King Buddy.)

What? You have grass seed planted here in the new dirt?

So very sorry. I thought it was a beach. As soon as I get rid of my farmer's tan (white), I will move. - Buddy

(While you are up, fetch me some water will ya? It is HOT out here)