Stupid human, doing yardwork when there's Kong to be played with....

Yardwork is a hell of a lot more interesting (irritating) when every time you turn around, there's a horse of a dog staring at you with a Kong hangin out of his mouth begging you to play.
Or the Kong mysteriously winds up in the pile of leaves you're movong..
or a furry body happens to be *right under foot* when you are trying to restack the firewood that's left over from last year,
or you bend over to pick something up and there's a big black nose staring up from between your knees...

"Is it Kong time yet?!?!"