Last Saturday in Flag, I spent part of the morning cleaning my bike w. G. We sat on the lawn, and while I worked she played with my tools. She seems to have figured out how to grab the wheels without really hurting herself in the spokes, at least she spins the wheel slowly instead of just blindly jamming her mitts into the wheels while they are spinning. This is very exciting news! If I can tune my bike without G risking chopping off a finger, this might lead to riding the trainer around her safely. It will be a lot more things I can do around her without worrying, especially since there are so many more dangerous and more exciting things in the garage she can screw with. She still is drawn to the dirty chain, and can’t resist the urge to grab it, then get her greasy paws onto the most stainable thing she can find.