Doggy Despair

It's that time of the year again when Peggy's toys which can be washed are washed. The trauma on both my part and Peg's is enormous with fighting under the bed to retrieve them. I get covered in dog hairs and nose marks on my glasses as she fights back by not letting go and pawing at my arm. I always win, and eventually she forgives me when they are all dry and safely back in the toy box.