Happiness is...

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A revamped Jolly Ball!!!! I took the half-eaten tennis-ball one's rope, and the dented-but-still-fun-but-rope-was-dead Jolly Ball he loves, and created Happiness. Oh, yeah, that is my backyard sans snow. Ugly, I know. I had no idea the price I'd have to pay to own huskies. Paths all over the place and around the perimeter, like sheep trails. Sigh. And grass? What is that? I just have winter rye and whatever else will grow where it can. Damn huskies. (BUT THEY ARE WORTH IT!)



WHHEE!

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Kiba did the same thing with our yard. Paths everywhere and he loves to dig holes if I left him outside too long. I love him, though.