Anyhoo... we brought Pepper in the house to be near us while we were computing and visiting. Pepper is not allowed the run of the Mansion. No siree, Bob! The Mansion is not puppy-proof. Pepper escaped one morning while Farmer H was putting him back on the porch. He had neglected to close the laundry room door. Pepper was roaming the kitchen, looking at himself in the oven door reflection. At least he didn't get to the basement steps. I would not have been able to get up fast enough to stop him.
Anyhoo... we had Pepper in the big box Farmer H used when bringing him home in SilverRedO. Pepper is getting almost too big to be contained by the box. He has learned that jumping against the side will tip it over. Also, he finds it particularly tasty.
We wrassled around a bit to wear Pepper out. Played tug-o-war with his blue towel. The Pony used Pepper's pink squeaky pig to distract him from tipping over the box. After about an hour of such play, Pepper grew drowsy. He was like a toddler fighting off a nap.
Just before his eyes closed for the nap. Looks like Pink Squeaky Pig was also tired out, lying face down with his ears drooping. Pepper slept on and off for an hour. He'd raise his head or sit up when one of us moved. Followed the sounds of us leaving the kitchen for the bathroom. He'd try to rally and play-bite if petted.
The Pony would hum a lullaby for Pepper. This was a magical sleep aid! He'd go right back to snoozing. Once he woke, refreshed, we played for about another hour. We had just put Pepper back into his porch pen when Farmer H came home.
Not that he would have cared. Farmer H seems to be allowing Pepper many privileges not afforded to my little Jack.
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