Friday, May 27, 2011

Playtime!


     Molly LOVES to play. She could probably fetch all day if I could throw for that long. It doesn’t really matter which toy it is, though she does have her favorites. A bit ago, I was out playing fetch with her in our driveway with her favorite blue squeaky ball. She was chasing it, and then suddenly had to go to the bathroom. So she stopped and took care of business, and I threw the ball for her again, and t hen went into the garage to get a plastic bag to clean up the mess. Molly wanted to know what I was doing, and came running into the garage. I had my mom’s garage bay door open, and molly came galloping in. The floor in the garage is just concrete, and molly had wet paws. The second she got off the driveway and into the garage, she started sliding. She ended up sliding halfway under my mom’s car, before wiggling out, shaking herself off, and acting like nothing had happened.

      She loves balls, but she really loves Pippen’s little dog Kong. It’s so small for her, sometimes I worry she’ll choke on it, but so far so good, and she’s already had many happy hours knowing on it and throwing it for herself. But, she’s so centered around me, she won’t play if I’m not there. For example, the other weekend, my cousins were gone, so I agreed to do their barn chores for them. It was simply not logistically possible to have her in the barn with me while I was cleaning stalls, and around the horses, and it was also not possible for safety and insurance reasons, so she stayed in their outdoor dog run while I was working. She had a Booda Bone with her in the pen (steak flavored, mmmmmm) but she wouldn’t even look at it if I wasn’t there. The moment I stepped into the run, however, she began spinning in circles and jumping up and down and doing her happy dance, then she would run and pounce on the bone, and throw it for herself while I was standing there. If I even moved to just outside the gate of the run, she stopped.

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