A while ago I got these new No-Slide ponytail holders with rubber elastic sticking out. They slide out of my hair anyway. So, this week Frodo discovers them and knocks them on the floor to bat around the linoleum bathroom floor. He loves to slide them under the door and paw at it from underneath the door and then run around the door to pounce when it gets out of reach. Like a puppy, he retrieves it after I fling it and now I can't find any of my new ponytail holders. There are a couple in my work bag I will have to keep in the bag if I want to continue using them. After they have been on the floor and chew on, I tend to no longer wish them to be in my hair.
Last week, a friend came by to show off her new puppy. They just got at the local animal shelter. The puppy was 10 months Golden Retriever named Jake that they planned to take to the shelter's dog obedience classes called Good Manners Class and Puppy Kindergarten. Her 3 cats refused to play with this puppy so eager to play with them. The real test would the stepchildren. Well they decided to take back the puppy. My friend cried in front of the shelter with the dog and her husband took the dog back instead. She didn't want to give it back, it was such a good puppy, but they weren't home enough to take it outside and play with it. And it was too big compared to their small house. Plus the cats hide all the time from him. My poor friend.
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