I though it was cute a few day ago when the activities Kipper was engaging in were similar to fetch. By the next day the rules were ingrained. It’s all he wanted to do. I prefer it to his constant need to sleep on my face. When I got up at 3am for a drink of water that night, he decided that would be a good time to start up the game again. He ran and found his little puff ball, brought it onto the bed and started attacking it at my feet. I promptly grabbed it and hid it. That’s not an OK habit. The next night I was smart enough to hide the two balls I could find before going to bed. Last night I forgot and got a 4am wake up call.
Who knew what would happen when he finally broke his 3 balls on a string toy.
