A few days ago, I came home to find this in Lucy's bed. Lucy has never been one to chew up things. There are one or two places on some furniture that she adorned with her bite marks, but she never really enjoyed chewing up shoes or the like. She does, however,
occasionally carry our things to her bed for companionship, if you will. We've previously found our shoes, snow boots, and in one case, one of my mother's books and a packet of tissues (which Lucy
snarked from out of her purse left unwisely on the floor unattended) --
must've been a tear-
jerker -- in her bed. Wes had his glove and ball out to take with him to DC this weekend in the hopes of finding someone to "have a catch" with (his son being, as of yet, too small to engage in this
pastime). Fortunately, neither the glove nor the ball were no worse for the wear. Lucy did try to start playing with the ball when I got home, so I traded her for one of her own squeaky balls.
A few days ago, I came home to find this in Lucy's bed. Lucy has never been one to chew up things. There are one or two places on some furniture that she adorned with her bite marks, but she never really enjoyed chewing up shoes or the like. She does, however, occasionally carry our things to her bed for companionship, if you will. We've previously found our shoes, snow boots, and in one case, one of my mother's books and a packet of tissues (which Lucy snarked from out of her purse left unwisely on the floor unattended) -- must've been a tear-jerker -- in her bed. Wes had his glove and ball out to take with him to DC this weekend in the hopes of finding someone to "have a catch" with (his son being, as of yet, too small to engage in this pastime). Fortunately, neither the glove nor the ball were no worse for the wear. Lucy did try to start playing with the ball when I got home, so I traded her for one of her own squeaky balls.
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