Yesterday I brought home two soft squeaky toys for the hounds. They don’t get destructible toys much after Whips and the teddy bear incident — she has a tendency to seek + destroy... + eat. -
When I first adopted her, she didn’t understand typical “play”. She didn’t even get that the toy bones I gave her were for chewing.
Then I got Herc. This fella loves to wrastle, play chase and keep away with toys, and chews on bones like it’s the most splendid way to spend an afternoon. Ever so slowly Whips started picking up on the bone chewing and an occasional round a chase. The actual playing with a toy though never really stuck. -
But last night was different. -
Last night Cool Whip snatched up that toy, hopping and prancing and shaking it to death. She excitedly dodged me and Herc as we chased her around the yard. And I’d swear there was a giggling twinkle in her eyes. I couldn’t help but giggle back and my heart overflowed: heartbreak over the fun experiences she must have missed out on as a puppy, pride in Herc for all he has taught her, and grateful joy for Whips learning to let loose and play. 💞
And then she puked, narrowly missing my shoes. I guess we played a little too soon after dinner. 😆
I took this image nearly three years ago, this young and lonely cypress tree has been a favorite of mine ever since and was my first large print. I wonder this morning if its roots are deep and strong or if will be digitally memorialized on my hard drives. Time will tell, fingers crossed 🤞🏻