We just got a dog called "Draco" so, well, we have a lot of fun with that naturally. Saying stuff like "give it here malfoy or I'll knock you off your broom" will just never get old.
He's obsessed with balls. I think he is this way, in part, because he doesn't have his anymore but, in short, nothing else exists when there's any kind of spherical shapes around. So after a long day of throwing the tennis ball at the local park we come home and I'm a little jealous of the workout I just watched my dog get so I decide to shoot me some hoops.
Naturally, he starts attacking the basketball and, at first, I am very annoyed. Later, I start to play with him and he becomes the best little defensive player I've ever played against and shit I played JV high school basketball with all white people so you know that comment is legit!
The game is on. Here are the rules: I can only shoot from behind the three point line and that only counts as one point. Every time my dog even touches the ball, he scores a point.
He beat me 28-39...
He's just so quick.
No comments:
Post a Comment