Of energy, that is. That's my girl. This week, she's eaten two rolls of toilet paper, a washcloth (sorry Holiday Inn) and 2/3's of my son's WWF pez dispenser. I really liked that washcloth, dammit. We also gave her another round of the 7 way vaccine, wormer, and a bath.
Bath, you say?
She has this thing about baths. You cannot take one without her. Showers either, for that matter. So when the kids take a bath (at least once a day, usually two) she plays the part of lifeguard and toy-fetcher. This sounds well and good, until she just can't stand it anymore, and the lab in her kicks into overdrive. It usually starts with a bark, then she'll turn in circles. After a few warning pounces, it's into the bathtub she goes, tail wagging all the way. The kids think this is the greatest thing in the world, of course. A third playmate in the bathtub to splash water out of the tub, play with toys, and make ungodly amounts of noise.
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