Nothing out of the ordinary.
I give her a rubber toy filled with a milk bone in the hopes that it will busy Ellie for a bit. She doesn't take to it.
I grab it from her and ask my cubicle neighbor Traca (who has her dog Stella) if it belongs to her. Nope.
The next nearest dog is at least 30 feet away down the hall. Mind you, Ellie is trapped in my cube by a
Where in the world did this thing come from? The magical rawhide fairy?
|"I don't know and I don't care. It's yummy!"|