Massacre at the Toy Box,Or Why Our Dogs Aren't Allowed Any New Plushie ToysJuly 7, 2006 Our dogs are spoiled. Not spoiled like badly-behaved, but spoiled as in treated-better-than-most-humans. We try to keep them well-stocked with toys they will enjoy, but they are no longer allowed plushies. It is just too painful to spend $12 on a toy that looks like something pulled from a murder scene shortly after we get it home. |
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Here are the murdering fiends. |
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It's hard to imagine that something this sweet... |
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...has the instincts of a hired killer. |
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I started thinking about these toys a few days ago after this dog, took this squeaky toy and "played" for 10 minutes or so. |
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When he was done "playing", the toy no longer squeaked, and he had uncovered the Magic of the Squeak. The toy was about $9, and it was fun for ten minutes. |
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This is one of the first toys I bought for Ike, nearly 8 years ago. Use your imagination...it used to be a fuzzy gingerbread man. I figured Ike destroyed this toy because he was a puppy. I had no idea that he was a skilled assassin, even at a young age. |
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More sensitive readers might want to turn away now. This is the head of Karate Dog, once a nimble black-belt. Karate Dog used to entertain us with his "hi-YA!" sounds and his floppy ears. |
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The crime scene becomes more gruesome when you see that the Karate Dog AND his twin brother were slayed. Mercilessly. We couldn't even find their arms. |  |
I certainly hope that this species of monkey isn't on the endangered list... |  |
...but I have a feeling that this species of giraffe is. (When I pulled this from the toy box, a chew bone was stuck in the stuffing! Macabre!) |
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This toy looks ghastly, yes. But I have to say that the destruction was worth it, because this bunny has participated in a lot of good times between me and my dogs. The bunny is faceless and filthy, and one of the few toys that was actually worth the several dollars it cost. |
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It is important that I mention that our sweet new doggie, Lou, is less of a killer and more of a...ummm...scavenger. He picked up a dried, flattened frog from the street yesterday and carried it around in his mouth until I noticed. I was so creeped out that Chris had to be the one to pry the froggie-chip from Lou's clenched jaws. |
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Here's more evidence of Lou's scavenging technique. This is the way the toy box looked when I woke up this morning. Lou takes the carcasses left by the other two and entertains himself by throwing them around the room. See, he's not actually a killer himself. |
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Okay, change of topic. We went to an Astros baseball game on Wednesday, and these ladies allowed me to take their picture. Serious fans, with bumblebees flying above their caps and jerseys and everything! |
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And here's Chris at the game, ready to catch a foul ball. He's wearing a teeny tiny mitt he borrowed from the 4-year-old boy in front of us. I have a feeling that Chris is going to take a certain amount of crap from his friends and family for wearing an Astros cap. He's supposed to be a lifetime Cardinals fan, and he's not supposed to cheer for their rivals! |
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My email - staci@verypink.com |
Chris' email - barkless3@yahoo.com |
