Whenever I am in my room (which is the only way to be left alone), the dogs wait outside until I come back.
You will always find Henry with a ball in his mouth…always. We have to hide it if playing is not allowed. He protects it, hoards it, chews it…lives for the next chance to play ball.
Ellie likes taking it away from Henry, but she is not obsessed like him. He lives for the ball!
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