We think this is our last day dog sitting, but strangely we never asked the pooch's human exactly when he was coming back. Jack has made his peace with the intruder (or at least established dominance), but Zura is still less than thrilled.
Did you notice the 1/2 coconut on the floor? You know you've got an island dog when that's its toy.
Seriously, a coconut, a 1/2 coconut, and a wood block were provided for Miss T's amusement.
Of course, she thought the cat's little jingle toys were more fun, but after she crushed the bejeebers out of 2 of the balls, we hid everything.
She wins. Miss T's supposed to go home today, but if we have her for another night, I'll let her sleep in tomorrow.