Our Neighbor

Meet Oakley; our neighbor across the street. Oakley is a half-grown Great Dane puppy. I glanced outside the other day in time to see him playing with this bucket. Nobody was home and he was on the chain in the backyard while his adopted older brother, Baron, was chained in the front. S-u-u-u-ch a nice day, and no-o-o-bo-o-o-o-dy to play... Oakley's idea was to improvise with his bucket friend. He took the handle in his teeth and, after prancing and jumping around with it until he was tightly wound around the tree, he layed down but kept it in his mouth. I went out and took his picture, then walked over and checked to make sure it wasn't caught on his collar or something. It wasn't. He held perfectly still until I got there, proud of his bucket. He let me check his mouth and take the handle out and unwind him from around the tree, but when I headed back home without playing, he turned back to the bucket for another game.