There's nothing worse as a small dog than having your toy stuck someplace. Usually, it's one of my rubber balls, which roll under the couch or the bookshelves or behind doors, and then I can't reach them. But other times, it's my Red Cat. He gets stuck in all kinds of crazy places. Last night, for instance, he got stuck on the coat rack, and I was too scared to get him. He just dangled there while I cried, til finally Mami took pity and pulled him down for me. Sometimes, being small has its disadvantages. And this whole deal about not having thumbs is sometimes not so great.
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