Doogie likes lots of things. He'll happily play with his "mousies," anything attached to the fishing pole, yarn, Yoda (we joke that he's Daddy's little Sith Lord because he only messes with the Rebels in Ruf's Star Wars collection)... Really, he likes everything. But one of his greatest joys is something we've come to call The Sheet Game. It occurs once a week when Mommy (that would be me) changes the sheets on the bed. He thinks it's the most fun thing EVER to get under the sheets when I'm putting them on the bed. Then he attacks. I march my fingers on top of the sheet around the little lump that is Doogie, and he pounces. He gets the biggest kick out of this game for whatever reason, and he'll come flying into the bedroom whenever he hears me changing the sheets.

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