My dog has met a new girl. She's a full sized golden retriever and her name is Dizzy. He lets her play with his orange squeaky ball and rarely barks when she runs off with it.
In the past, if he's liked someone, he's usually more apt to drop the squeaky at my feet. A sort of, "Here, keep this safe..." before he darts after his latest love. But Dizzy could play with the ball, which is a massive deal. It's his most precious thing, his binky to get through all things.
And today he let another touch and run and rub on it. This is huge.
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