After months of ignoring the dog toys I lavished upon her, Petra has finally started to realize that playing with inanimate fluffy things can be fun! When you're bored or frustrated, you can fling them into the air and bash them against the floor. It's quite therapeutic. Sometimes we do it together, a mother-daughter bonding experience that ends in a palm-to-paw high five.
Sadly, she wore out poor Princess. I found her outside this afternoon, dirty and neglected. Her squeaker doesn't work any longer, and that makes her booooring. I think you can buy new squeakers and sew them back inside, but somehow I don't think I'll get around to it.
R.I.P., Princess.
