In what seems to be an abberation for the breed, Molly likes to jump. A lot. A lot a lot.
This was discovered by accident when one of the kids that occasionally come by found one of those really annoying hand-clapper noisemakers in the toy box. Molly jumped. An addiction was born.
Seriously, she joneses for that thing all day at the office and would jump until her wee little heart exploded if we didn't stop her. She'll be panting and lathered and not care, she just wants to jump. But never at home, where Mom has neglected to reveal the presence of the clapper.
Some of her jumps are straightforward (panel 1), whereas others look more like mid-air spins or invisible skateboard/trick bike stunts the way she flings her body around (panel 2). Of course, you have to let her catch it from time to time and then she gets to chew a bit. If you don't tell her to drop it or get distracted (you know, we do occasionally WORK at work sometimes) she'll proceed to first dismantle the two removable hands and then chew off the individual fingers if given enough time (i.e. not long). Eventually we have to reconstruct her toys out of spare parts in which case you end up with Frankenclapper.
We go through a lot of clappers.
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How cute!!! That reminds me of when I play with my cat Mindy and her catnip mouse on a string.