This morning, I walked upstairs to find Andrew swaying an old pajama pants string in front of Dip, Lorelai and Tuna. They were all going to town (especially Tuna:) and trying to catch it. Then suddenly, Leira came out of no where and caught the string!!! (Yes...the dog....not one of our 5 cats....but the dog...).
She began running around in circles with said string in her mouth and looked longingly at Tuna to start playing with her. She would grab the string and thrust the other end in Tuna's face. Then look at us like "Why isn't he playing with me?!?!"
Perhaps Leira it's because you are 40 pounds and you almost jumped on top of him in your excitement over a pants string.
We need to talk. You aren't a cat.....
But I haven't the heart to truly tell her that she is not one of her 5, little furry friends, but that she is indeed a dog.
Do you think they have therapy for this sort of thing?
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