Football – one of my favourite games. I am very attached to my football, so much so
that even when the Mrs plays footy with me I don’t willingly let go of the
ball. She has tried to tackle me when
she thinks I am not looking only to be disappointed when I pounce quickly and
snatch the ball from her carefully aimed kick just before it makes
contact. Once clenched in my jaws she
finds it very difficult to get it off me with the normal rules of football and
often has to resort to devious means with another ball to play with, a chance
to retrieve teddy from where he has been lobbed or, on the rare occasion, with
a biscuit treat……….I must admit I have fallen for the latter on the odd
occasion….
Having watched football many times on the TV with the
Boss, among every other game involving a ball that he watches, I have learnt
some mean moves. Keepy Uppy is a trifle
difficult sometimes but I have finessed the art of throwing the ball in the
air. Sometimes I can catch it and
occasionally score a volley, but with others I chase it madly around the garden
until I can clamp it with my paw and throw it up again. The Boss will pass me an assist but then
calls me a poacher or fox in the box when I retrieve the ball from the penalty
area, namely the Mrs’s flower beds.
Mostly I play defender to stop the Mrs from getting the ball and making
a chip shot over my head. Sometimes she
does a dummy run to try and fool me but I’ve yet to see her do a bicycle
kick…….
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