Petey, seen below in my sig loves to play fetch. Well, no, he LIVES to play fetch. If you throw it, he'll fetch it. It's his very favorite activity just barely edged out by long sniffing walks. He begs, he pleads, he cries to play fetch. Why do I tell you that? To tell you this:
I went to my nephew's soccer game today and decided to take Petey with me. As we were getting settled in his leash got tangled around my legs so I unhooked it to get it out of the way. I sat down on the ground with him on my lap. He's just hanging out, chilling, enjoying the attention he's getting. Then it happened. The ref blew the whistle to start the game and the ball went sailing past us. As 18 little soccer players went running after it, Petey launched like a rocket and ran onto the field. He took off at full speed and he's a quick little bugger so there's no catching him. As we all stood there shocked, then laughing so hard we cried, Petey got to the ball (which was actually a little bigger than he was) and with his nose started to push it back towards me to throw again I finally got him off the field and apologized profusely to the coaches and took him back to our spot. I quickly hooked him back on his leash and spent the rest of the game totally embarassed with Petey on my lap having a coniption fit because he couldn't play fetch. I don't think I'll be taking him again
Did you drag your dinner outside???? That does not look like a potato to me it looks like a cornish game hen, it has arms for crying out loud.....what exactly are you trying pull here????? 
And yes, that is definitely a potato. I ate the chicken that came on it about 6 hours ago 
Who cares if it's not food related--it's not like we always stay on topic... 
Just shameful 
