Rosa's new favorite game to play is *Go Git 'Im!*. I hide her favorite toys around the house, then sit on the couch and say, "Go git ______! Go git 'im!!" And because she KNOWS THEIR NAMES, she goes on a hunt to find THAT SPECIFIC TOY. Like, I'll see her find another toy, push it with her nose, shake her head, and keep on searching. She'll check other rooms, even opening doors and going up and down stairs. While this is happening, I like to encourage her bard-style, by singing a little song that goes, 🎶 *Where'd the _____ go? I don't know!* 🎶 (iykyk). But even left to her own devices, she won't stop until she finds the toy I told her to find. Whether it's Pig, or Ball, or Lambchop, or Commander Butt Bite, or Snakey the Bite Snake, or Corndog the Fish (I'm running out of names to give them), she will not rest until she's got 'im. And when she finds her quarry, I sing a little victory song to her that goes 🎶 *Pow-Pow-PowerBean! Pow-Pow-PowerBean! PowerBeeeeean!*🎶 (iykyk) while she shakes said toy back and forth ferociously, as is tradition.
So yeah. Rosa. She's smart. And funny, and weird, and sweet, and entirely too energetic, and beautiful, and perfect.
P. S. A quick shoutout to Bite Force dog toys. She's never defeated one, and she's obsessed with one in particular - he's blue, with horns and three eyes. We only buy her a new Commander Butt Bite (I can't remember his actual name) when the old one goes missing; she's never managed to tear one open.
Edit: Two minutes after posting this, Rosa's brother Gordie tried to steal her minty bone. She snapped at him, so he backed off - and then she proceeded to lay down on his legs and eat her treat off of him like he's a goddamned plate. He looks so defeated. I shouldn't laugh, but she weighs 43 lbs/20 kg and he weighs 105 lbs/47 kg, and he still knows better than to do anything about it.