Play-toys

[stoutfellow]

The dogs have been in a very rowdy mood tonight. Jingle balls, beat-up tennis balls, the octopus-thingie: I've been throwing them all and (sometimes) they've been fetching.

A few minutes ago, while waiting for them to return, I scooped up some dog hair from a neglected corner. Gracie raced up and grabbed the furball from me, then ran away scattering the hair in her wake.

Gotta wonder about her.