The roommate was hanging out with us last night just after I got home from work. This is Lomax’s nutty time, when he’s off leash and out of jacket, and free to zoom around the apartment with wild Labrador abandon.
So Amy was next to the dog toybox, into which Lomax was sticking his head.
“Can I give him something?”
“What does he like?”
“He likes everything. Anything’ll do.”
“What do you want, boy?” She pulls out and tosses the Holee Roller ball. “You want this?”
No good. Lomax stares at her and wags slightly.
“How about…oh wait, I know….” It was the springy, rubber “DNA” double helix toy he loves carrying around the apartment. “THIS!”
Not so much. Puzzlement with wrinkled brow and another slight wag.
“How about the man?” She tosses the little fleece squeaky-person.
“I don’t get it! What does he want?!?”
“To control you.”