When Quinn was a pup and up until about 6 months old, she would often show up in the back yard with toys and objects that were definitely not hers. I’m still not sure from where they came, but it’s funny that they were almost always white stuffed dog toys and objects that were missing their mate. You’ll see the beginning of what Quinn considers a “twig” as well in the first photo, she’s grown into them at this point but when she was tiny the proportions were amazing. The stare of death she’s giving me in each of the photos below is the moment of documentation just before the contraband was retired to the trash, she was never very happy about this process.

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