Stickaholics Anonymous

After my video last year where mom humiliated me by staying "where's the stick" over any over again, it was no secret that I have a problem. If mom or dad pick up a stick, I have got to get it, no matter what. And mostly, I have to destroy it.

Fortunately, we have lots of trees and sticks fall off them all the time. Dad or mom will throw them in the pond and I will go get them. But no way do I bring them back, because they are MINE, ALL MINE. The yard has a steep slope from the main level to the water and mom and dad can not walk up that very well. So, if I have a stick I'm not ready to nom on, I just leave them down there. I almost lost my good orange tug toy I got from Nip and Bones because I took it down there with my sticks and refused to bring it back. Dad managed to get that one.

I have two favorite pictures from Sunday. This one shows me flying through the air as I dive in to chase the stick which is still in the air too.


This one shows me running so fast I look like one of those big cats in Africa chasing down my prey. My prey - a STICK! Mom made this her new picture on her computer desktop.


Mom made a video of the pictures she took on Sunday of me chasing sticks in the pond, trying to jump to get them from daddy, running to fetch them, carrying them around and even destroying a couple. Mom doesn't know how to use copyrighted music in a You Tube video so she hasn't posted this one yet there but she is putting in this bloggie.

Just for fun, I am submitting this video/slide show to the Anipal Academy Awards.