I think Homer and I

I think Homer and I bonded this morning. After feeding him, I went for the usual routine of me trying to get friendly with him while he carefully avoids me. Well, he chased after his squeeky ball whenever I tossed it and, while not exactly bringing it back too me, he was better at bringing it to my general vicinity.

Because of his skittishness, I never know whether he's barking because he wants to play or because he's afraid. I went by the assumption that he wanted to play, so I chased him around the yard. His tail was wagging so I think he was cool with that. Every time I sat down huffing and puffing, he'd come by to chew in my hand. I interpret that as him being friendly with me.

Of course, maybe he just saw me as a big doggie treat and wanted to feast...