"Hey Ozzie!! What ya doing? Come on over here!!" "Uhm....I was eating grass, but I can take a minute to see what you are doing.""Good boy! Come on, don't walk so slow!""Is this close enough for ya? What did you want?""Huh, I didn't quite hear ya, could you say it louder into my good ear. What was that? Something about carrots!!""Oh, thank you, dum dar my favorites!"*Munch, munch, munch, munch.* Oh, how I love those lips. The way it wrinkles when he eats. Ozzie is a spoiled carrot eater. He expects the carrot giver to help him break it into smaller pieces. You have to grab the end and pull up against his teeth so it will break. Then he will munch away. Everything was going great until there was only one carrot left. And guess what happened to that one carrot? Someone stole it!"WHAT! Someone took my last carrot? They shall pay! Just tell me who it was!""Ah HA! I found the culprit. Belle stole my carrot!"Belle thinking, "Man, he's big". Belle then replies, "Carrot what carrot? I didn't see any carrot!"Ozzie then sternly replies, "Look Dog, I saw you take it, now give it back! Or, or I will be forced to.....uhm....forced to......Just give me back my carrot.""What's the big deal? It's just a carrot? Sheesh.""Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum!" Then Ozzie gave me the butt, because I was out of carrots. But don't worry, Ozzie and Belle made up and are still good friends. Don't worry Ozzie, I won't tell the Mares you were loving on a Dog! Then about two seconds later a huge black cloud moved over us and unleashed the loudest THUNDER!"EEKKKKK!" The sky opened up and let loose of some serious rain. I ran for the house. Oh, and I have a random question for everyone, what color would you say Ozzie is?That is Ozzie as a five month old. Funky right? So, just let me know what color you think he is.