When we got down there, Mom gave us each a toy:
|Cammie chose the black KONG, I got a pickle. There was a red KONG on standby.|
I usually get the black power-chewer model, but I really wanted the pickle; Mom said it would be OK since she'd be right there with us, watching me. Whatever that means.
I powered through my toy, while Cammie seemed to savor hers:
|Me - in power chew mode, and Cam - in relaxed chew mode|
I was done with mine in no time, so ...
|"Hey, Cammie! Can I have your toy now?"|
"I'm still using it."
|"But I'm done with mine!"|
"You could play with the red KONG!"
|"But I want yours!"|
"Sorry, Mags ..."
I tried to be patient and waited a full 10 seconds before I asked again:
|"Can I play with yours NOW?"|
"Not yet. Oooh, look at the cool shadow my ears are making!"
For some reason, Mom stopped sewing (or taking pictures of us while she sat at the sewing machine...) and got down on the floor to play.
|"Look, Mags! We could play with the red KONG or the pickle together!"|
"No thanks, Mom. Cammie, can I have the black KONG now?"
"I'm still using it!!!"
|"La la la la la la la..."|
|"You're killin' me here, Cam!"|
"You could use one of the other ones, Maggie!"
Well, sure. I could have used one of the other toys. But did I want to? No. Of course not. So I did what any other self-respecting Siberian Husky puppy would do! You all know it's coming - don't you?
Cam - my favorite "toy" - and I had a great play session, then Mom said it was time to go for a walk. Who knew Mom's Studio could be so much fun!??!