We got acquainted, then he kept trying to high five me. Even when I was ready to get back to my Guard Post.
|"High 5, Dave!"|
"Umm... yeah. OK."
He wouldn't stop, so I humored him.
|"Five on the low side, Frosty!"|
Then I saw it. Frosty Paws had better groomed feety-feet than I did.
Mom, being the bestest mom, saw my sad situation and offered to trim my snow shoes for me! I love having my feety-feet played with! I mean ... getting groomed.
After Mom fixed me up, Frosty came back over and wanted to high five me again. (He's relentless!) I accommodated him once again:
|"Who's got the nice-looking feety-feet now, FP? Ha woo!"|
|"Oh, yeah! High five, Dave!"|
"Give it a rest, buddy! Really!"
It's like his paw is in permanent "high five" position or something! Sheesh!
Many thanks to Sam and Monty!