If you read yesterday's post about our Dylan's lust for
polyester fiberfill and squeakers - how when they are
inside a toy, they must be brought outside that toy - you
may remember the pristine new
alongside its bedraggled brothers.
Well, that pristine toy is pristine no longer.
Dylan, Gilda, and I . . . watching television last night in the study.
I felt a little movement from Dylan.
Yup. He had the new toy, and was busily chewing its snout open.
|"Whew! That was hard work!"|
It's quite amazing how much fluff is contained in the head
of one of these little cheap toys.
When he hopped down to get a drink of water,
I pounced on the toy and gave it a squeeze.
That is not a big booger bubble coming out of what's left of New Toy's snout.
It's the plastic squeaker that had been in its belly.
Dylan has not eaten any fluff or any squeakers, but we take no chances.
|Do you spot the OTHER two green toys on the floor?|
Dylan returned. He sniffed the toy suspiciously.
Mom had touched it. Eeewww.....
But still, it was deemed snooze-worthy.
So now there are three disfigured Alligator-Dinosaur-Dragon toys.
And only one Dylan.
Many days I think that may be A Very Good Thing.
P. S. Gilda, bless her heart, has zero interest in de-stuffing
stuffies. She just does not see the point.