When Shylo first came to us, I don't think he knew he was a dog. He had no idea how to play; he didn't know what a ball was. Now, after two and a half months, he is a totally different dog. He loves chasing a ball around the house and better yet he loves chasing Mandy around the house. Since winter has arrived in CT he doesn't get to spend much time outside, mainly because it is too cold or too muddy. He and Mandy barrel around the table in our sun room and then tear up the hall to my studio where they will wrestle for a while or turn around go back down the hall and repeat the process.
Not to be outdone, Mandy (who is much smaller), runs behind a wicker chest when he is chasing her. He stops . . . looking for her and she pops out from behind the other side of the chest and its GAME ON! Can they possibly be any cuter?