DIXIE BEFORE WE ADOPTED HER |
Dixie doesn't play much otherwise, but she and I play our game when I break out the Charlee Bears. I'll flip one in the air; if it's close enough, she'll catch in her mouth. If it's off, she'll run for it.
A couple of times, I've landed a treat on her back; she's turned and turned until, finally, the low-calorie Charlee Bear has fallen off and she's gotten it. Sometimes I bonk her on the head; other times she knocks the CB down with her legs or head.
But Dixie isn't playing when we play this "game"; she's intent on getting fed.
I hate to admit it, but this is often the majority of exercise I've been able to give her lately. And it's the closest thing to play she's done in a long while.
(Dixie's snoring as I write this.)
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