Tuesday we learned to fetch, actually fetch. Not the usual me throwing, Dexter retrieving and then running away from me with whatever toy I happened to throw. Actual fetch, bringing the item back to me and dropping it for me to throw again. And when he's tired of the game, well he brings it back but doesn't relinquish it. Instead he sits on it and chews it. Which is fine, I was tired of throwing the darn thing anyway.
He misses Mamma and sniffs at her car every time we go outside. Either that or he's hinting we need to go for a ride so he can do some cheek flapping as he sticks his head out the window.
Other things going on- Kevin got rear ended yesterday on his way to school. No one hurt, but a very bent up fender.
