 | A package arrived yesterday with some goodies for Sophie, including, yes, a rubber chicken. A rubber chicken in a festive skirt, bra, hat and boots. I decided to hang the chicken on the tree, and planned to take it down Christmas Day and give it to Sophie. Sophie did not see it arrive, nor did she see me put it on the tree. And yet, last night, while I was chatting on the phone with a friend, she suddenly started sniffing the air, lifted her nose high and made a beeline for the tree. |
She started jumping up and down, and talking: Mine! mine! mine! Gimme! (I had to use a flash because she was jumping up and down too much to shoot without.)
I relented, and took this video after she'd played with it for a bit:
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