White Dog has gotten her physical therapy routine to a place where she doesn't need total concentration to stay upright and maintain weight on her front feet. The fifteen minutes spent in the "contraption" can be tedious without the conversational distraction provided by her siblings.
Today, Bailey initiated a game of "Rhyme Time" where one girl woofs a phrase that the other must rhyme with a news phrase. They were going well back nd forth..."White Dog," "Black Frog"..."cart part," "tart fart"... "big skies," "shaded eyes"...
The hard part of the game seemed not so much to be making the rhyme but ignoring the nonplayers who insisted on calling our their own answers. "Swampy Bog," and making up words to rhyme..."heart zart."
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