I was out back a few mornings ago, setting up a line to air dry my clothes. The San Joaquin Valley’s 90+ degrees, low humidity summer days are perfect for just such an activity. Plus my dryer is on the fritz. While I was doing that I noticed Hershey’s intense interest in something on top of the “neighbor’s” back yard shack*.
Hershey eventually likes to take the indoor toys outside, a fate from which they never return. In this case it’s not so much a banishment as it is a return.
The indoor stick had languished in the toy basket for months with nary a sniff. Then a few weeks ago they got interested in it again. Now apparently it’s of no further indoor use.
(Professional pets in a closed house. Do not attempt.)
Spoken words don’t count right?
Before Hershey I’d never uttered the phrase: “stop licking the sofa.”