Wow, Flynn! You sure make a nice air pretzel when you catch the fly balls!
I know! Don't I look great?!? Upper me goes left, lower me goes right! heh heh
Yeah... it's really cool. And the way you float back to mom with the ball? Wow.
Hahahahaha! I know! I know! And I make her take it in her hand!
I think she likes me to drop it right at her feet. So she can dry the ball off.
You're a priss, Seamus. Slobber on the ball makes it sail juuuuuuuuust right.
Well that seems to work pretty well for you, Flynn. But ya know what? Flynn? Hey Flynn. Ya know what?
What. *scratches ear*
You're not worth a chit at finding a ball in tall grass. You've got a lousy nose.
Seamus, are you taunting Flynn ?? I don't think it's cuz he has a lousy niffer, I think he just doesn't like to get his nose tickled by the long blades of grass !!
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.