She’d fetch the sun if she could
In the chaos of the move, I accidentally left Coco’s original flying squirrel in the backyard at the old house. I got her another one within a week, so yeah. You see that thing? That’s basically two week’s worth of what she’s done to it. The weather was so magnificent on Saturday that I left the back door open all morning into the afternoon, and I am not exaggerating when I say that she sat at the bottom of those stairs for THREE STRAIGHT HOURS waiting for me to throw it. I’d feel sorry for her every now and then and toss it a few times, but she just would not stop. Her focus would be admirable if it were not so maddening.