"What is it? What's wrong!!?? Has Timmy fallen in the well?"
Hawky's body quivered and he yelped impatiently before turning and trotting into the bathroom.
Curious as to what he could possibly have him in such a tizzy, I followed.
When I flicked on the bathroom light I was surprised to find Hawky sitting intently before the toilet staring in to the recesses of the bowl as if the proverbial Timmy really were lost within it's recesses.
What was it?
I believe Hawky's impatient and high pitched whine could be interpreted as, "OMG!! It's my ball! My ball!! It's drowning!! DROoooooWNING!!! Hurry! *he calls like a Curler* Hurry and save it!!" And I swear he was actually trying to put get his leg over the lip in an effort to paw it out!
I wish my dog loved me as much as he loves his ball. When or if I fell in the toilet (ehem! Men! Seat DOWN please) I bet Hawky wouldnt lift a paw to save me:)
*no balls were harmed in the making of this post*