I was looking for a tug-of-war stuffie for Ashley and saw a sloth one. She loves it. I think she may just hang on to it forever. 📷🐕
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I was looking for a tug-of-war stuffie for Ashley and saw a sloth one. She loves it. I think she may just hang on to it forever. 📷🐕
One of the many advantages of living here at Winfield Village is that we have a dog park!
How it started: Ashley got up from the sofa and came over as if she wanted to sit in my lap in my chair. There really isn’t room though, so I thought I’d move over to the sofa, where we could more easily sit together.
How it’s going:
That bag will never be the same, Ashley.
(We could have rescued the bag before it was destroyed, but we’d already rescued many other things, and this one just didn’t seem worth the trouble)
For years now, I’ve had a procedure that I go through just before going to bed, in which I check that both the front door and the sliding glass door are locked, that the toaster oven is unplugged (we had a near-catastrophe some years ago when the controls in the toaster oven got caught in a string bag that had been put on the counter), that the stove and oven are off, that the downstairs windows are closed and latched, and that the thermostat is adjusted to the proper nighttime temperature. I call it “Checking all the things.”
Last night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, Ashley (our new li’l pupper) wanted to go into the patio, so I opened the sliding glass door. She ran out, and then ran once around the perimeter fence, and then came right back in again. It didn’t take much more than 15 seconds.
My insight into dog brains is limited, but it sure looked to me like she was “checking all the things” out on the patio.
A very appropriate activity for a dog.
Jackie and I now have a new li’l pupper. Meet Ashley, a 7-month old black lab mix from the Champaign Humane Society: