
Clover carried her beloved rope around ceremoniously, but then flipped it up in the air and then to the floor where she played with it as if it was another puppy:

And in her imaginative puppy mind, the rope played back, almost pinning her several times:

There was a lull in the action:

And then Daphne came over to join in the fun:

But in the end, it was Clover who truly loves the rope toy. It is hers to own and it is her play time buddy (at least when Daphne and Fergus are otherwise occupied):

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