Recently at the playground and around town Nora has been "finding" toys that their owners have temporarily abandoned and has enjoyed playing with them a lot. Once she heisted a toy baby stroller and managed to walk a good ten paces with only the stroller as her support...before crashing it into a fence. On our walk on Sunday she borrowed, with the owner's "I really should let you use my motorcycle that is way too small for me now, but I really don't want you to" reluctant permission. She did quite well on it, despite the fact that she had to lean dangerously to one side to touch the ground.
I suspect that no matter how many toys you have, the ones that don't belong to you – and therefore you cannot become habituated to – will always sing their special siren song.
Working on her bad girl image...as a motorcycle thief.