She has the stare of a healer already. Hazel has discovered the joys of playing fetch with the fuzzy yellow ball.
I’m hoping that the ball is abrasive enough to take the edge off of shards of tempered glass because right under that kissable little puppy nose are two rows of teeth that resemble snow covered Peruvian Andes Mountains in miniature and are as sharp as finely honed razor blades. They’re attached to jaws that move as fast as a gas powered hedge trimmer and are as strong as a 10 pound iron vice, affectively creating the cutest shredding machine in the world.
I’m encouraging her fuzzy yellow ball habit.