Some things change. Some things don’t.
Kristina brushed my hair today, and I noticed it was all blond. I don’t look in a mirror very often, so I was a little surprised.
I’m pretty sure I was born brown and black, and I don’t die my hair . . . so what the heck?
I guess my hair changed colour. But what didn’t change?
You can see by the photo below, where I’m 8 weeks old, I’m not exactly excited by a ball. Well I’m still not.
Sometimes my owners throw a ball for me, and I might chase it, but I will never pick it up. How humiliating. That’s for humans to do.
Do you pick up a ball for your owner?