I want to tell you something
WE ARE ALL SICK OF BONNIE!
We are all tired of her. Please buy her a muzzle.
All of us are nice to each other. We wait our turn for the ball.
Sometimes Beth has a problem with that, but usually she is good.
But Bonnie doesn't care 'bout the ball.
All she cares about is biting and jumping on us as we catch the escaping ball.
She is always hurting Beth.
Mom thought Beth was accident prone, till she figured out it was Bonnie who was leaving all the 'lasseratshuns' all over Beth. Beth doesn't bite back cuz she has the ball in her mouth. If she dropped the ball her head would fall off, you know.
Then when the ball escapes she picks someone to run after and chase.
She is the embodiment of evil. Satan incarnate. See proof below. She has horns.
Let me tell you what I did! I am sooooo smart!
She chased me into the water. I got the ball.
When I was swimming she started to harass me.
That is when I made my move.
I dunked her. (The picture is blurry because Mom sucks at photography). I added a few comments so you know what you are looking at.
Behold Bonnie's Smackdown.
Not so big in your wet fur now huh Bonnie?
Everyone was proud of me.
Vicki was proud of me, 'specially when I squeezed between her legs and got her jeans all wet and soggy.
I am Ranger
King of Wet Balls and Big Sticks.
I will tell you more tomorrow 'bout our fun day at the river with 11 border collies.