The story of the sock

Have I mentioned that I like to eat?

Well, 13 days ago, my mom had "great" idea. To make a little toy by putting a few pieces of kibble into a sock, and knotting it. She thought it would encourage me to fetch. She has this weird notion that Labrador RETREIVER means that I should go racing after stuff she throws and bring it back. Since when is that the definition of "retreive"....???

Well, she made this toy, and threw it. And i got it and I wanted that kibble. I am really great at shredding fabric stuff....stuffed toys are a specialty. But this sock refused to be shredded. So I had no alternative....I just swallowed the whole thing.
Down it went, kibble, knot and all. HA HA HA...you should have seen the look on mom's face.

Anyways, for the past thirteen days, mom has had the most intense look when I do my "business".....last night it finally passed....ha ha...the end of my story.