first he had to chase pesky squirrels



if only I could fly.........

unfortunately or fortunately the squirrel got away by staying in the treetops

Then he had to go swimming on a gorgeous morning with the lake all to himself


I cruelly asked him to pose - but something caught his eye.............

Then we had to go to buy some garden materials and he had to have the windows open making his ears flap in the breeze

Then all he could do was steal something for the downspout and run away, in the hopes I would chase him


Fortunately one of his friends was walking by so he had a playdate
Then he resumed 'helping' me by chasing me while I pushed the wheelbarrow full of mulch trying to get me to at least tug on the wubba with one hand or throw it for him as I pushed 
He is clearly abused and has no life. He told me to find out of anyone could offer him an interesting existence 