I spend a great deal of any given day getting The Wendy to play with me. I have to. Otherwise she would spend every waking minute not waking. Sleeping. She is a bed bug. You heard of a couch potato? Well my Wendy tends to be a bed bug. She makes herself comfy on momma's bed. between the pillows and she would happily stay there all day... So, my job is to get her going. Get her moving and get her playing. You think it's easy???? NNNNNNNOOOOTTTT. I risk life and limb every day, but I do it, I do it because I love her and she needs to move, play, join in.
Do you notice the growly face? Most dogs would run I get right up to her growly face and I kiss her and kiss her and kiss her until she has no choice and she plays just to stop me.
Where would this household be without moi? I am the social lubricant that keeps this engine humming. In my humble opinion, I am... indispensable.
I am so under appreciated.... sigh
Mommy calls us bedbugs too because we hate to get out of bed in the morning. Pocket can get me to play for five or ten minutes a day. Most of the time she plays with Daddy. That's what they are for.
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