Griffin vs. (Deflated) Volleyball

We had some of Matt’s family over last night to celebrate (my sister-in-law) Erin’s last night home. She’s moving out to Denver to live and we had some very minor set-up to attend to before 30+ people strolled in for a bonfire. It was very low key with the exception of our psycho dog.

Every time we set up for parties, Griffin goes bat sh*t crazy. He runs around – whimpering, tearing circles around the picnic table – trying to draw our attention away from the task at hand and onto him by any means necessary. I must say, he does a pretty good job of getting me to divert my focus. Having a 48-pound barrel of energy repeatedly swinging a deflated volleyball into your thigh will do that to any devoted party planner. I love him so, and as a result, I turned his pestering into a full-blown photo shoot. Enjoy.

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“Play with me!”

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…and my personal favorite…

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Yeah… not the greatest party helper.

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