The dogs were wrestling over a Christmas Wooley Mammoth dog toy, in the living room, last night. I didn't bother them or look, and stayed in the kitchen making turkey stock...Yum.
So this morning I went in an did my best shocked and incredulous impression about the fuzz and fur scattered all over the room. They know they are not in trouble, and got all frisky running around with the leftover bits. It's all good fun. My part just extends the play.
If I could only teach them to wield a broom.
Sitka goes off to rest while I clean, but Kooskie tries to help by getting in the way