So it has been Christmas time again.
On Christmas eve we hosted a little soiree at ours. The night was good and I thought it was almost over when I got told 'Barney come over here!'
It was a Christmas prezzie for me! ...some food treat things. Aww thanks!
It was really late and I passed out on the couch. They kept going.
The next day, Christmas Day, Mama and Papa said 'Now we have a couple more presents for you!'
I really wasn't expecting more and was quite surprised.
The first thing was a ball. I couldn't work it out at first.
Then I realised that they put food in there and then I am supposed to get it out. Sounds frustrating but I'll give it a try.
The other thing was a chew toy.
I started playing with the ball thing but it was really pissing me off. It's too big to hold and I can't stop it rolling around. I looked at them 'Are you fucking serious? I am supposed to get food out of that stupid little hole in that big ball? GEEZ!'
The next day I played with my new toys. As usual I broke the chew toy almost straight away. Those things shouldn't be called chew toys if I can chew and break them!
I also had another go at the treat ball thing. This thing gets me so annoyed. It fucking rolls all over the house and the food inside doesn't come out easily. I run around after it like some kind of idiot and barely get any reward. I'm starting to fucking hate it, but I do want to get those treats out and refuse to let it go until they are all mine!!!
It's very tiring work though and I need a break now and then.
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