Oh Flint You're My Best Friend

Besides being slightly overweight and eating the occasional horse poop, our dog Flint is about the best you could find. He puts up with more than anyone should from Jada. She loves him and just can't help but smother him with kisses and hugs but a 19 month old's love is not always so gentle. Flint will sit perfectly still while Jada grooms him including grabbing his feet and brushing his toes. The other day she found a tennis ball (ball is one of our new and favorite words which we yell at the top of our lungs whenever we see one) and thought that Flint should play. After she chucked it at his head multiple times without getting a reaction she decided to physically open his mouth and try to stuff it in. Poor Poor Flintie!!! On the plus side for Flint though there is a whole new world of table food that now finds its way onto the floor. This probably explains part of the reason he has gotten a little chunky.