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Watching Rylee playing "keep away" with Jojo is like watching a choregraphed dance step. Rylee holding the rope/ball and Jojo racing towards him to grab it - she runs left he swings right - she runs back at him on the right he swings left. It's like poetry in motion until Jojo grabs the end of the rope and then their game of tug begins. Growls and tugs, muscles bunch under the strain of the tugs then - Rylee lets go and Jojo with her head held high races back to hubby with the prize. She now wants to play tug with hubby, Rylee gets impatient and barks at me - he wants to play fetch. We have to fake Jojo out to get the thing back - hubby reaches to his pocket and Jojo releases the toy - Rylee grabs it and gives it back to me the game is on again. Happy Thursday.

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I'm still trying to keep Rylee and Jojo out of the kitchen when I cook.  The other day I was raiding my stash of dark chocolate salt caramels - I accidently dropped one and Rylee at my feet scooped it up before I could utter a word to stop him. They also both got a bit of garlic when we were making shish kebabs on the weekend. This morning I was wrangling Rylee into staying out and I looked at Jojo sitting in the doorway. I told her to lay down where she was. She looked over at hubby with such distain I could almost hear her thinking - "She's not the boss of me!" Hubby called her and she went to sit with him. She didn't exactly stick her tongue out at me - but it was implied! Happy Wednesday.
Cow - appropriate for a Cattle dog! ty Nancy

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