Barked: Wed Dec 17, '08 8:05pm PST |
 |  |  |  | define small...
momma calls them boulders, cause to me, to be worth running around with, it needs to be big enough that I can't close my mouth entirely around it. (for context, I can hold a softball in my mouth with room to spare, and no one would notice I had anything if they didn't see me grab it)
But, if I find those, then yes, I like to run around with them and play keep away with Falli and Bo. The day we found the random paving stones about 6 inches down in the dirt was AWESOME!!!
have you ever gotten a new "toy" (could be a blanket or a pet bed even - just something especially for you) and you just knew it was sooo special, that you made sure to inform all of your furblings that they'd better not mess it up?
(an example - we got a new cushion for our crate (we have more than one crate, but we all insist on sleeping together - we rotate which crate we sleep in, but it's always all three of us in one...) tonight, and Falstaff LOVES soft things. He instantly flopped down on it - even before daddy finished fitting it into the crate correctly. And, he made sure to give us the look of "if you mess this up for me..." for some reason he was perturbed when Bo and I played tug of war with the last one back in March, and daddy vowed never to buy another) |  |  |  |  |
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