Toys
Dear Uncle Max,
Remember when you asked if I had toys? Well you never checked them. My first toy was a thick multicolored braided rope (who said dogs are colorblind?) that my mother bought at "Tuesday Morning" before she even met me. I faithfully chewed on that for two months before she broke down (cheapskate!) bought me another one. I guess she thought I was happy and content with that one measly toy. Her sister-in-law visited and was in disbelief that she had bought me only one thing to play with and shamed her into buying me another.
Finally, when the (yellow) snow was gone she came home with another toy. A rope of a different color! A green and white rope that I overheard was supposed to taste like mint, my favorite (?). What imagination!
Of course, I'm happy now since I have something else to chew on in my kennel (some people call it a crate while you, Max, rightly refer to it as a kennel) as I listen to Rachael Ray talk about "Thirty Minute Meals" for what seems like hours.
It's hot now and she becomes imaginative and daring and buys a pink rope toy with a face (there's that rope thing again) with a soft, squeeky, insidel. As soon as she gives it to me I am so happy. I just know it's all mine! I carry it with me constantly, and am protective. A long time goes by (the tomatoes are now turning red) and a black and white soft, stuffed cow becomes my new playmate. I walk around with her leg hanging out of the corner of my mouth. She's toast.
Ah! Today I was finally given a toy that I know at one time was part of something real that roamed the earth. It's shaped like a roll of toilet paper (one of my favorites) , including a hole in the center, but it is very hard and has an enticing odor. What a loud banging noise it makes as I drop it on the floor!
She's learning more me about me. She threw me a bone, Max!
Hard to bark with a big fat piece of boiled femur in your mouth.
Tobes
Remember when you asked if I had toys? Well you never checked them. My first toy was a thick multicolored braided rope (who said dogs are colorblind?) that my mother bought at "Tuesday Morning" before she even met me. I faithfully chewed on that for two months before she broke down (cheapskate!) bought me another one. I guess she thought I was happy and content with that one measly toy. Her sister-in-law visited and was in disbelief that she had bought me only one thing to play with and shamed her into buying me another.
Finally, when the (yellow) snow was gone she came home with another toy. A rope of a different color! A green and white rope that I overheard was supposed to taste like mint, my favorite (?). What imagination!
Of course, I'm happy now since I have something else to chew on in my kennel (some people call it a crate while you, Max, rightly refer to it as a kennel) as I listen to Rachael Ray talk about "Thirty Minute Meals" for what seems like hours.
It's hot now and she becomes imaginative and daring and buys a pink rope toy with a face (there's that rope thing again) with a soft, squeeky, insidel. As soon as she gives it to me I am so happy. I just know it's all mine! I carry it with me constantly, and am protective. A long time goes by (the tomatoes are now turning red) and a black and white soft, stuffed cow becomes my new playmate. I walk around with her leg hanging out of the corner of my mouth. She's toast.
Ah! Today I was finally given a toy that I know at one time was part of something real that roamed the earth. It's shaped like a roll of toilet paper (one of my favorites) , including a hole in the center, but it is very hard and has an enticing odor. What a loud banging noise it makes as I drop it on the floor!
She's learning more me about me. She threw me a bone, Max!
Hard to bark with a big fat piece of boiled femur in your mouth.
Tobes
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