Ziggy took his blue Crinkit home. Despite going for incredibly long walks every day, he tends to get restless before bedtime. Anka said that evenings have been great lately, because instead of Ziggy constantly dropping the ball in her lap, he sits by the end of the couch “crunch, crunch, crunching” his bottle-stuffed Crinkit. Miles took his pink one home, and I am now using it to feed him his dinner, and filling it with treats when I am busy and would rather he be occupied than underfoot. Does it sound silly that the gentle “bop, bop” sounds of Miles having a great time brings a smile to my face?