I was sitting in the next room, watching TV, when my 6-pound
Morky, Pixie, started barking demandingly from the bedroom. I looked over and saw her standing at the
foot of our queen-sized bed, otherwise known as her playground, looking at me
intently and continuing to call me with her loud barking. “You can come here, Pixie, “ I said
encouragingly. “Come on.” Instead, she disappeared from my sight, raced
to her toy box at the top of the bed, grabbed her favorite chew toy, and raced
back into my sight at the foot of the bed.
She tossed the bone into the air, caught it and then looked at me brightly
to let me know that she expected me to get up and come play with her. Astonished, I did just that. Tossing her bone back to her, all I could say was, "How funny are you!"
