It’s been a long time since my last exciting story. During this time, I’ve discovered many new and exciting games to play with my hoomans. But there is one that I just can’t get enough of! I think they call them ‘schoos’, but all I know is that they are SO fun to play with.

My silly hoomans think I’m not clever, they think that if they hide their ‘schoos’ under the table or around corners that I won’t find them, but I will, and I do. I love the cheesy smell they have and how so dam tasty they are; I love the long strings on them, allowing me to swing them up into the air, but best of all, I love the look on their faces as I go charging out the doors with their favourite pair dangling from my mouth. Let the games begin!

They scream and shout at me, “KENZO NO!” but this just makes it more exciting. They try to run and catch me, but they never do. I’m the fastest dog ever, racing in loops around my garden. I could do it all day. The excitement sometimes gets too much, and my legs crumple beneath my body, causing me to faceplant into the dirt. These mistakes could cost me the game, but I jump straight back into action. When I get a chance, I stop, and tear bits off them. They’re so fun to rip apart, but this is what makes the hoomans especially angry.

Eventually they must get tired and they stop playing; this makes me sad, but I know what happens next… “Do you want a treat?”. I’m so good at this game, I get to rip and chew these tasty delights and then I get food. Either way I win, and I just can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!