They are wrestling
My little black mops
Chewing on each others’ faces
Tugging on each others’ ears
Hiding behind corners
Waiting to pounce
Snarling
Leaping
Bowing
Tails all aquiver
Bounding
Running in circles
Chasing
Hiding
Full of joy
Happy to be together
Endlessly entertaining
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Just lost my dog of 12 years so this was sad to read. I totally agree with you.
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