At least they don’t shed
Grace has a new dog! Not a puppy, but a large, fluffy, golden-retriever mix. He’s three years old, and absolutely gorgeous. Got the wide, friendly golden face, and the easy-going disposition. They’ve had him a week.
Two days after his arrival in their home, this game started happening. That green mesh ball is one of Daisy’s dog toys. Tied to it is one of the laces from our lacing cards. But really? It is not a ball and a lace! Silly, silly people.
It is a DOG on a LEASH. Of course.
It follows her everywhere, it comes when it’s called. (A quick jerk on the
lace leash ensures prompt arrival.) And it has an EVEN MORE IMPORTANT doggie feature!
Let’s look more closely. See, inside the ball? See that slip of paper? That slip of paper which Grace has carefully coloured, then torn to the right size? That slip of paper that fits inside the ball, but will sometimes, particularly when the doggie is running, it will sometimes fall out?
That is not a slip of paper! Silly, silly people!
And then, being the responsible dog-mommy that she is, Grace picks up the poo. With another piece of paper that she has carefully folded, to be the “poop bag”.
This game is such fun! Mary laughs and laughs and laughs every time Grace plays it. Grace, and now Jazz, who, like any self-respecting toddler, will play any game that gets an adult’s so-rapt and joyous attention.
They make poo so they can pick it up. Hee.
Now I’m thinking. We’re out of playdough. Perhaps the next batch I cook up should be … brown?