Playing Is Hard Work

I'm back.  I've been trying to relax and have a little fun with this retirement thing.  My Foma let me come upstairs and play all by myself.  I searched every inch of that room for things that might be toys.  I admit I guessed wrong on a few items but I quickly learned to stick to doggy approved toys.  I collected a few on a bed and then settled down for play time. Foma played with me for a bit but I was just as happy playing by myself. I liked rolling around on my back and trying the crab at toys behind me. It was fun but eventually I got tired.  No need to find another bed. I just stayed like this and went to sleep.