January 2nd 2011 3:35 pm
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I am a Toy. For the furballs. The dogs treat me just like another dog. We lay around together on the daybed and in the dogbeds. We all gather in the kitchen to beg for cheese. This could be because I act like a dog. HoneyBunny, a Golden Retriever with a very big heart, raised me as a kitten.
But, all bets are off if I run.
Then, bang, slam, boom, smash, crash! The furballs bounce off of each other and off of the walls and off of the furniture trying to keep up with me. Trying to catch me. And, if they do, they hover over me and bop me with their muzzles, trying to get me to run again. Great fun for them. Not so much for me. (but, it IS funny watching them bounce their heads off of each other's noggin)
Not to worry, though. I am faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast!
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Good job making sure the doggies get their exercise.