Yesterday, my wife and I plopped Leila into the car and drove half an hour to go visit my parents.
They’ve got a decent-sized backyard with all sorts of new smells, so the pooch was in heaven for a whiles, running around, sniffing the Everything.
I didn’t even have to play with her for her to be panting a little bit.
But then I brought out the Toy.
I’m sure there’s an official name for it, but I’ve no idea what it is. We just call it her Toy.
It’s an old cloth toy (essentially no more than a dirty washcloth now), tied to one end of an old broomstick with some strong cord.
And she goes absolutely nuts for it. [Read more…]