At first "the boy" (aka My Man, Copper) strategically stood between her and I once I took Fluffy out of her mouth. Apparently he thought I was taking Fluffy away from her and he needed to intervene.
I stitched. She laid there quietly, occasionally glancing up over her shoulder. She knew Fluffy was in good hands...mine.
Deciding that what I was doing was "okay with her," he finally sat, remaining vigilant.
In the end Fluffy was, once again, fixed.
Receiving it as a gift for Christmas from my son, Moon has had Fluffy since she was 6 months old. The stuffed bone came with an adorable dog bed. Although she outgrew the bed, she hasn't outgrown Fluffy.
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