Make that 3. Fortunately for us, Moxie lets us have some playtime with
her. (I got a blast for misspelling her name as
MoxY...nonononoooooo..the little twirp wants it to be MoxIE!)
THEN I made the mistake of going to a Pet store where they had a
'consultant' pointing out to us the difference between the 'approved'
shampoo and that stuff for 'other' people. Angela, who was born at
night, but not last night, immediately pointed out that this was for a
DOG, NOT for Paris Hilton!
Anyhow, we picked up a few things. We did wander through the
place.....who knew? 40 different collars? 60 leashes? Hundreds of
squeeky toys? (Okay.. I bought one to ride on the lead screw of my Z
axis stepper motor....looks like a rubber chicken..kinda cool...works
like a weather vane..instantly pointing this way and that..I am easily
I haven't counted lately but I think Sammy has at least 20 squeeky toys.
When I sit down to watch the news she brings one and drops it at my feet.
She'll wait about a full minute before she starts whining for me to throw it
so she can fetch it.
We travel in an RV. When my wife spots a toy different from what Sammy
already has................well, you know.
When I eat, Sammy lays on the floor next to my chair.
If I get up at night to relieve my bladder, I have to be careful not to step
Her alias is Velcro.
Now if I could just teach her how to operate an ROS................
Max (my kids didn't get that much attention)