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Do you know that moment when you realize that quite possibly made an error in judgement? That moment is most mornings now. Rylee waits for me to head downstairs for breakfast, then races ahead of me barking. Noise I don't need first thing in the morning. He then sits in front of the kitchen cupboards staring up at the counter. He wants that stupid spiney ball from Llama that is on the back of the counter. To keep him entertained while I make my breakfast I have been letting him have it. He stands with it in his mouth chopping on it (it no longer squeaks Thank you Lord) it now only makes a whooshing sound. I have to give it a few gentle tosses while I'm working but he's happy. When breakfast is ready I turn back to him ask him to "trade" it back to me I put it back on the counter where it sits until tomorrow. He has me sooo well trained. Happy Tuesday.