I just wanted to blow bubbles with Rowan...

Since Jeff and Ian went camping, I though Rowan and I would go play out on the deck for awhile with Cleo. I decided to grab the lion bubble blowing machine I bought recently for Rowan. Once I got to the deck, I realized it needed batteries, and I had to get a screwdriver to put them in.

 We made a trip back into the house to get those things, but when we came back out, the bubble stuff was missing. I looked out into the yard and there is Cleo with it in her mouth! She starts running frantically in circles wanting me to chase her (which, by the way, I don't do).  (Cleo did this a couple summers ago, but it was my ipod clutched in her jaw...NOT FUNNY). I figure by now we are not going to be blowing bubbles, but Rowan doesn't seem to mind. He has found the box to the lion and is perfectly happy playing with it.

 Pretty soon Cleo wanders up and makes nice with Rowan, her tongue dripping with bubble stuff. She then decides she wants us to throw the ball for her, so I do. After the dog and boy were both inside I ventured out to the yard to get the bubble stuff. Cleo didn't puncture it, but did bite a whole in the top so most of it was spilled, hopefully mostly on the ground and not in Cleo's tummy.