Shark Attack!

My favorite outdoor toy is called Sharky. Not sure where it came from. It just showed up one day, with a mouthful of rubber teeth, daring me to bite back. Which I did.

I prompt my people to throw it by standing in front of it. If they don’t respond to my signal, I bark once or twice. It takes patience to train humans to obey commands, but with a little patience, it can be done.

Once they throw Sharky, I try and run underneath and catch it in my mouth. Sometimes I miss, but that’s okay—it makes a wonderful THUMPING noise when it hits the ground. Sometimes it bounces up and I catch it on the rebound. Then I have to shake it around in circles, stomp on its head, and chew on it for a while. When it comes to sharks, you can’t take any chances. You gotta bite them before they bite you. 

Because of Sharky, every week is Shark Week at my house. Five Wags!