In my life there are two great sources of happiness, but also two great sources of grief. These two heathens are like peas-in-a-pod and they have a daily routine that I finally managed to somewhat document. It usually starts with the Team Leader barking at the Nutrition Nazi when he asks her if she wants to wrastle, and no I did not spell it wrong.
She is always down for some wrastlin, especially if there is a ball involved. However she is definitely my mini-me so she does not like to lose, and most times NN gives up because she is kicking his butt. Good Dog!
A rare moment of pause while she checks on her giant fluffy tennis ball.
And here we go for another round as evidenced by the ball in the air. I think she likes it when she is on the ground because it gives her more leverage to grab and kick at NN. I never worry about her around bigger dogs. Girl can hold her own.
This goes on for quite a while and as you can see she keeps up the good fight at full energy. She does not mess around - she is in it to win it.
And then she breaks out the Victory Smile, knowing that once again she got exactly what she wanted. I have taught her well!