Earlier this afternoon, when I was walking Dudley, he sniffed out a broken eggshell in the grass by the side of the road and gently picked it up in his mouth. "Dudley, no, ucky," I said. "Leave it." He did not leave it. Instead he looked up at me in the most hilarious fashion, 3/4 of an empty eggshell delicately balanced in his mouth. Looks what I gots!
I stuck my finger between his jaws, behind the egg, and cracked the shell, sending the pieces forward out of his mouth. His expression was priceless as his open jaw slowly closed: Whoa, Two-Legs. How'd you disappear my egg like that?!
It's so funny when I do something and the cats or dog look at me like I'm MAGICAL, lol.
When was the last time you mystified your pet/s (or other animal/s) with MAGIC?
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