Meet Fritz. Fritz can’t catch. His human tosses tasty
food to him. Hot dogs, steak. It doesn’t matter. Fritz can’t catch. You kinda feel sorry for Fritz because his
missed catches result in food hitting him in the face making a mess on his
adorable face.
I feel his human’s
frustration. My little furkid, Sophie,
won’t fetch. Maybe she feels like
playing a game of fetch is too much of a commitment. That’s okay though. Her unconditional love is all I really need.
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