We hadn't seen Cinder in a couple of weeks. My goodness, she's grown. She's a gawky teenager now, all long legs and sleek fur. That soft, soft puppy fur is gone. So is the roundness of her face and the chubbiness of her toddling body. Now she's thin and leaps everywhere, like a rabbit, like a gazelle, like a pogo stick.
Remember, she looked like this just a month or so ago. They grow so fast.
Anyway, I left Boscoe (and Doug) at home and brought Riley over to Cinder's house this evening. I thought I'd get a couple of sweet pictures of the two of them side-by-side but it's hard to get them to stand still.
They played in fits and spurts, the way dogs do. A lot of sniffing and ignoring, and then furious chasing, and then ignoring, and then Cinder would leap onto Riley and Riley would spin around and bite at her and then the chase was on again.
This is good for Riley. He's been a bit exercise-deprived, given that the morning walks are so pokey now, and given that he has gone on strike regarding the long weekend California Street walks. It was good to wear him out a little. And he's always been a little socially inept, like his owners. So learning to play well with others is a good thing for him to practice.
Although Cinder did humiliate herself by leaping onto Riley's hind end and humping away. Like I said, she's a teenager now...
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