Snapped

For the past week or so Abby and I have been playing Puppy, a game in which she leads me around her room on my hands and knees (hard wood floors, I might add), forcing me to sleep in baskets, play fetch and get shots from the doctor.

Although I adore Abby and this game doesn't require much participation from me, I am sick to death of the game Puppy. That is probably why I started teasing her during tonight's game. Tickling, poking, getting out of my basket. Basically being a bad dog. And like most bullies I found her frustration entertaining.

Especially when she thrust her fists at her sides, stomped her foot and through clenched teeth told me, "Mom! You are tearing me apart!"