|"What a great morning!"|
What? Well, yeah. There I was, playing with a stuffie, and it exploded! It was AWESOME!
|"Seriously. Like it's never happened to you and you didn't love it!"|
YES, I consider that serene! Plenty serene. Are you kidding? OK, maybe along the lines of "one man's bait is another man's banquet" ... or "one man's trash is another man's treasure" ... or "one Sibe's playtime is someone else's reason to use the vacuum" ... no, wait. That one might not fit here. Whatever. The point being that what is serene to one of us, might not be to others - but I found that fleeting 2-3 minutes totally serene!
I. Had. A blast!!!
PS: Note from my mom: I was by her side the whole time, watching like a hawk. She was a VERY good puppy and did not swallow any stuffing, canvas, thread, or the SQUEAKER. As long as she rips and spits everything out, I'm totally happy with this. Serene, even.