A decimator of fluff. Of squeakers. Of yarn and string and rubber.
A toy killer, to be precise.
|She looks the part, doesn't she?|
This dog goes through toys like water.
Wayne and I had both had forgotten what it was like to have a young dog, a playful, energetic dog who leaps, bounds and runs to her heart's content.
If we don't have squeaky toys and chew toys at hand, we must prepare to have other items chewed to satisfy her need.
Stuffed toys last approximately 2.5 days -- or an hour, depending on the quality. Wayne decided to buy an expensive "indestructible" toy, which lasted all of one evening. Fifteen dollars down the drain. Or rather, strewn across the living room carpet.
Several of the girls' stuffed animals have seen their last days, thanks to Beauty's sharp teeth.
The other evening I came home from work to find that it had snowed in our living room. A fluffy, sparse snow that covered our carpet in eclectic little pieces.
|Merry Christmas! Kind of.|
I believe that was the $15 toy. Or maybe the $7 one. I'm not quite sure which amount of money was destroyed that day.
If we don't buy toys, we need to know that other items in our house will see their end. Like her more expensive dog bed. Or a beloved stuffed animals meant for little girls. Or the couch.
If anything, it's finally teaching the girls to pick up after themselves, unless they don't want to see their prized possessions in one piece again.
|Un-stuffing the turkey. It didn't make it to Thanksgiving.|