A new game

Mom and I play a game called “Touch My Hand” in which she holds out her hand and I touch it with my nose. I don’t know why she likes this game, but she plays it a lot, especially when I am scared. I am very good at this game.

Today I was out in the field and mom came out to see me. We played Touch My Hand for a while, but this time, when I touched her hand she would make a clicking noise and then give me some tasty, tasty grain! This was Different, because in the Before when touched her hand she would just tell me I was a good boy. Already this game was much better than in the Before!

Then Mom walked over to her little house and I followed close behind hoping that we would play the game some more. Mom went out of the fence and into her little house and came back with a thing called Paint Brush, do you know that thing? I don’t know that thing because although I am a painter, I use my nose and sometimes my ear to paint with. Mom held out Paint Brush and asked me to touch it. This was just like Touch My Hand so I touched Paint Brush and got a click sound and then more tasty, tasty grain.

Then mom asked me to touch the Paint Brush with my mouth, which seemed weird, but I did it and got more clicks and more tasty grain. Then I bit Paint Brush and held it in my mouth for a few seconds and mom got really, really happy! I got more clicks and more tasty grain and she said “Good boy, Honeycutt!” which is the best treat of all. I politely pointed out to mom that I would happily eat the tasty, tasty grain from her pocket without having to go through all the trouble of biting and holding Paint Brush, but she just said “You can do it…” until I did it again. Then the tasty grain was all gone so it was time to stop playing the game.

I don’t know what this means, but I know I did what mom wanted. She is so weird.