Baxter and Lucy love to play with one another. It is constant. All day. The only time play stops is when I force them to separate or when they are just too tired to keep on playing.
When they go outside, I have to separate them else they forget what they are out there to do.
Don't think Baxter is the instigator. Lucy can dish it out. Sometimes, he'll be sitting quietly on one side of my lap and she'll be on the other, when she suddenly decides that he needs to have his face chewed upon.
They go back and forth.
"Stop touching me."
"You stop touching me."
"You're on my side."
"Get away from me."
"Gimme!"
"No! It's mine."
"You meanie!"
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"THAT'S IT! YOU TWO NEED TO SEPARATE!"
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