It started out as a simple game of tug — with my squeaky fox.
Mom was pulling on one end, and I was pulling back on the other. I love playing tug. It doesn’t matter what toy is between us — it could be the fox, or the frisbee, or the stick that I found outside — it is lots of fun to play tug.
Except this time.
I still don’t know how a clever puppy can get into such a silly position, but I guess you can’t argue with the photographic evidence. Maybe mom is more clever that I realized. I will have to be more careful in the future.
I know. I’ll get even.
I’ll chew some more wallpaper.