|Derby is happy to see me approach|
|Until he spots the dreaded device that flashes light|
|So he does his usual, covers his eyes.|
|Caught him taking a peek, to see if I was done.|
|So he prepares to make his playful "HOOOWWWLLLL!" because I was laughing at him|
|So he gets playful too, and smiles.|
|JUST STOP IT, OR I WILL EAT IT!!!!|
Moments later, our fast couch potato is knocked out. The thing about greyhounds, anything is a reason for a nap.
When we play, at the most, we can get five minutes out of him before he stops reacting to the two stupid humans squeaking toys, and make weird sounds at him. Can't they take a hint?