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.

And besides, I always win.  At the end of the game, I always get the toy and run around with it.  It is inevitable.  It is ordained.  It is part of the rules of the game.

Except this time.

Something went horribly wrong at the end of the tug-a-fox with mom.  I don’t know how it happened, exactly, but as you can see, I didn’t win.  Instead, I ended up with the fox — on my head!

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.


One response to “Outfoxxed

  1. Um, Bailey? Chewing on the wallpaper might not be the best idea. Wallpaper isn’t nearly as tasty as cookies.

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