Layla: Whatcha doing?
Me: You seriously don't remember what...
Layla: Holy Crap! That thing! It is back!
Proceeds to chase her tail.
She also likes to bring us things, mostly it is dirty socks (she has a thing for socks) other times it's stuff she either dug up or chewed up.
Laa dee daa I don't see you *whistles a jaunty tune.
But then this happens:
|See me now, Bitch?|
Another thing about Layla is that despite being a golden retriever (A dog that is famous for their love of water) She can't swim and to add insult to injury, she is actually afraid of the water. We've managed to get her to sit on the top step of the pool when it's really hot but then we can't make any sudden movements or loud noises. Swimming that day was as much fun as playing marco polo with Helen Keller. (Family Guy quote-yay!)
And for a dog that is so energetic she can be quite lazy:
|Yes, chewing the ball while lying down|
And now just some cute photos of the little