One of my favourite toys is the buster Cube. As you know I'm 13, they are supose to be indistructable wellls, this one is my third. In my younger days it couldn't be used in the house as the cube was known to fly several dogs high in the air and traveled at such high speeds across the ground mums quite often had brused ankles. Brodie never quite got the idea but he did learn that flying cubes meant skattered treats so as I kicked and spun he pinched the treats.
Tomorrow the humans pick up the new girl. She has a long long trip that started yesterday, wonder if she plays cubes.
