You know it's raining when Emily goes outside, does what she must, then
drags me back to the house, endangering life and limb (mine). So then it's Squeaky Toy time. I have decided that the garage/basement is a better venue for the Squeaky Toy time. A new wrinkle has been added: she likes to grab a towel or blanket, bury the toy in it, then pounce and repounce. This is a seriously robust toy, I have to say; not all the pouncing, chomping or nosing has stopped its squeaking.
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