One thing that I really love about having a dog is the unintentional comedy that comes from having one living in the house. I love the interaction with toys. Alice’s toys end up in the oddest places: a tennis ball shoved in the sofa cushions, a hedgehog in the kitchen, a Santa under the staircase. You get used to having toys around, but every once in a while, I wonder why Alice dropped a toy there. And how long it’s been there and I didn’t notice.
Today, I found her rope bone by the toilet.
I wish I knew why this was in here. She does follow me into the bathroom; maybe she keeps it in here in case things get dull.
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i am a lil behind on blogs now that i am working outside the home. hope you have a fab 2011!
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