Tokki and walk for a toy

A sharp eye could already notice my exclusive autumn photos. They were shot by my court photographer aka female master. Surprisingly we had to take the pictures 3 times. Maybe because my female master is bit dull and camera settings is too hard for her, our first tries went really bad and from all the sitting and waiting my bulldog butt got frozen solid (my female master told me that the fat is for thermoregulation… pff me and fat butt?). In the end my male master had to step in and finish the shooting. Third time is a charm because we had only small amount of time to finish, else you would only see the sunset and my black silhouette.

But otherwise the fall is fine. Do you also love to run in leaves? All this rustling, colors and the best part is when my female master is kicking the leaves. I can chase them and tear the stalks while my female master shouts: ,,Yuck Tokki, don’t eat it damnit! Yuck I’m telling you!” Of course I don’t eat the leaves but I chew them on purpose to taunt my female master. When there is no other dog to chase, I’m happy that at least my female master is here even though she is stiff and slow. After a while, she just gives up and with a mad look she says: ,,Fine, just eat that sh…tuff, but when you get sick I’ll make fun of you!” Wee Wee but I’m Quickpaw Tokki and if I would want I can just run far away and none would stop me. Well maybe my male master would catch me, he can sprint really well but I think I’d beat him too. It’s 4 paws vs 2 legs so I’m twice faster.

But to also bring some joy to my male master, I learned how to jump. Now I look like a real ,,fight dog”, but I feel that this labeling is only an irony. But I jump anyways because I enjoy it and I keep jumping higher and higher. I can even grab a rib from a plastic bag when my female master carries it from the butcher. She then scolds me and steals the rib from me while saying that I won’t get any rib today. (Even my male master gets the bad look from her, like if he would teach me that.) But when we get home, she softens up and cuts the rib for me into my bowl and adds some rice and veggies. (Male master gets nothing, because he teaches me to behave like that.) And that’s what I call a Dog justice!