Good morning D.U.community. Would anybody care to come over and drink coffee and partake in inventory with thunder paws. [View all]

Nine month old Pyrenees golden retriever pup Oliver nicknames are thunder paws baby Huey or most recent nickname as of this morning.
You give me that right now shithead in reference to whatever he has hanging from his muzzle gums.

Sitting at the kitchen bar drinking coffee i did not realize it was take inventory day yet apparently it is. Usually it is my golden chonk and pup partaking in parkour or terrorizing the feline anti personnel land mines.

Numerous times pup has forgotten as he suffers with short term memory issues that the furry land mines if you trip them you’ll get a full load of fangs and razor blades.

Sitting here I’ll hear thump thump thump thump thump tearing into the kitchen past me as i sit reading the news and pup will post stop with an object in his mouth.

The mischievous tail wag from a ninety pound furry best boy saying come on chase me man. I know you want this with whatever is hanging from his mouth.

So far this morning in negotiations with this furry terrorist i know what you’re thinking we do not negotiate with terrorist. Yet in negotiations i have rescued so far.
My left work boot.
One guitar effects pedal.
A pair of dirty boxers out of the hamper.
My arm sling from rotator cuff surgery personally glad to be out of it.

So with the sling i took the ball out that i used to squeeze and gave it to shit head. And now we are on break from inventory and playing not fetch.
No pups running around with the new best ball in his mouth proud as ever.

I’m reminded of that saying (Never Volunteer for anything)from the days of my youth as a young grunt.

Yet Oliver mom my lady friend is traveling for work. And her daughter youngest daughter lives with her yet the kiddo is taking summer university classes and works part time.

So my thoughts on this was no reason for pup to be alone as I’m on convalescence from work in what i mentioned earlier shoulder surgery.

And my golden retriever chunk and pup are partners furry bros. Perhaps an adequate description is partners in crime and no not on the level of Butch Cassidy and Sundance.

More so the crime partners the characters Gale and Evelle Snoats the prison breakout crime brothers from Raising Arizona the movie.

And in closing this dyslexic bad punctuation ramble heading outside after pouring out another cup of coffee.

We now have a crisis as the stress ball has rolled under the loveseat and pup is trying to squeeze his big head under loveseat to recover the ball.

I got the look as to say what are heads for man we use our heads to try and pry up the loveseat.

Problem is my seventy nine pound chonk is crashed out on the loveseat I’m not seeing teamwork here on this one.
Yet the question is should i get involved in the ball recovery operation.