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The dog ran away with it!

Earlier this evening, the dog (Rowan) turned crazy and was whooping it up all over the house.

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She was racing from one end to another, in and out of rooms, stopping in a pounce pose, before taking off and doing it all over again. I may have, to excite her further, and in an entirely playful mode, waved some crochet at her. And when she showed interest, nosing my hand, backing up, wagging her whole back side as it stuck up in the air, her front end low to the ground, I may have wriggled the bit of crochet in her face, letting it dance on her head as she went insane.

And, Rowan, well…she just may have snatched it out of my hand and played tug-of-war with me as we both struggled to keep their precious in hand/mouth. She may have even won by chance when the working yarn snapped, letting her buck like a wild horse, flinging it into the air before catching it and trotting off to another room.

It’s probably best that it was really old acrylic, and I was just f-ing around to keep my hands busy so I didn’t dive into the pantry for sour cream and onion pringles, but still…

I realize it’s my fault entirely, and this just proves that I need to make her a new squeaky baby.

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