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So, Giles just brought me a couple pieces of shredded plastic bag. It's funny how he lets me know he wants to play and that I've been ignoring him. He knows he shouldn't be shredding plastic or paper. And even though he seems to get pleasure simply from doing so, he seems to like the added pleasure of being chased for being naughty.

We just ran around the apartment taking turns chasing each other.


I hope I'm not reinforcing this shredding behavior. I did ignore him a bit before cleaning up the shredded plastic. Then waited a bit longer before I started playing with him.

Dogs are fun.