Pooches, I’ll tell you about the pickle I got myself into yesterday. I was at the park, where a couple of kids were setting up a game on a giant chess board in the plaza. Just as I was sniffing around the board, they realized a piece was missing. I’m game, so I volunteered to be the pawn. Doggonit, that was a mistake. Chess is the opposite of chase. I had to sit in a little square until I was moved AND I could only move two spaces and then I had to sit again. I couldn’t wait to be captured. Now I know what it means to be a pawn in someone else’s game. Chess and dogs definitely don’t mix.
Not All Fun and Games
April 6, 2015 by
Oh Harper! What piece were you substituting for? I’d guess it was the Queen? You funny, beautiful pup! Thank you for spreading your joyous adventures for the rest of us to share. I always show Bo and Lulu and they lick the IPad in solidarity.
I wish I had been the queen. Unfortunately, I was the pawn…