Sunday, May 2, 2010

No rest for the wicked

My father always used to say "There's no rest for the wicked."

There was no rest for me Sunday evening.

These two girls did their best to plead with me to go outside and throw the ball for them.  First, they used their eyes to beg me.   ("Cow eyes, " Erika calls them.) 

Then, when the sad eyes didn't do the trick, Bonnie started yodeling.
Darby stuck with the cow eyes. 

And, of course, they convinced me!

P.S.  Harry, comfortably curled up on the chair, looked on with disdain!

4 comments:

That corgi :) said...

persuasively they were working together; they knew how to wear you down!
b
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Play it Again Sam said...

Hey, Sammy here:

What's the latest update on the gophers? Did the ammonia trick work? Inquiring minds want to know.

Sammy

Boo's Mom said...

Hey, Sammy.

I didn't do the ammonia thing -- yet. Glenn replaced the batteries in the gopher sticks and I decided to wait and see if that chased the little boogers back out to the canyon. As of yesterday there was still fresh activity...

Amy said...

Oh dear! How can you refuse the cow eyes and those cute perky ears?? Cow eyes is such an accurate description, too!!