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Sunday is over. I frelling hate Sundays.
I just fetched Spike's rope tugger down from the top of the fridge, where it's been since he and Max got in a fight over it back in June. First we played tug with it, then we danced around, me trying to grab it and him leaping out of my way, then he tried to grab it off me... now he's lying on his back holding it in his paws, playing tug against himself and making little happy sounds. Love that boy...
I just fetched Spike's rope tugger down from the top of the fridge, where it's been since he and Max got in a fight over it back in June. First we played tug with it, then we danced around, me trying to grab it and him leaping out of my way, then he tried to grab it off me... now he's lying on his back holding it in his paws, playing tug against himself and making little happy sounds. Love that boy...
