My beloved pup likes to play - after eating, it's what he does best. Unfortunately for the humans living in his apartment, the only game he seems to want to engage in is what we call "The Biting Game." Creative and clever name, I know. This game consists of the dog lurching and leaping like he's recently consumed an entire bottle of methamphetamines, and attacking anything attached to your hands. Clothing, forearms, elbows, fingers-- nothing is sacred to the wild and hairy beast that is Doc.
Recently, my roommate Keri (who always show Doc an inordinate amount of love and affection) was playing TBG with Doc...see below for photographic proof. I'm proud of Keri for risking life and limb to entertain the pooch, but I'm also proud of Doc for recognizing a University of Michigan alum (and sweatshirt, natch) and showing them who's boss. We're still trying to figure out who won.
Here we see Doc defending his loyalties to the University of Illinois.
Recently, my roommate Keri (who always show Doc an inordinate amount of love and affection) was playing TBG with Doc...see below for photographic proof. I'm proud of Keri for risking life and limb to entertain the pooch, but I'm also proud of Doc for recognizing a University of Michigan alum (and sweatshirt, natch) and showing them who's boss. We're still trying to figure out who won.
Here we see Doc defending his loyalties to the University of Illinois.
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