We have this basset stuffed dog that sings and ears flop etc.
Zoë is scared to death of it
so, the real person I am, I turned it on and chased her out the dog door with it. Then I set it in front of the dog door. She would stick her nose in far enough to see if it was still there then pull it back out. She did this over and over. I was laughing so hard, I backed up just a bit that I fell backwards over a chest, hurt my back, scratched my arm and pissed my pants.. and I kept laughing.. that is the evil in me