My dog Maggie is quite the connoisseur of toys. She has her favorites of course, one of which we have dubbed "Happy Dog" due to his enormous smile and bright shiny teeth. When I got home from work tonight, I was wet from the rain, a little hungry and a lot sleepy. But none of those things mattered when I saw my baby Maggie. She was so adorable on the couch with her sick daddy that I had to go over and shower her with kisses. Kisses led to scratches ad scratches led to her jumping off and engaging us in a game of "tug the baby out of my mouth". That is Maggie's favorite game. Pair that with Happy Dog and Maggie is in fact a very Happy Dog.
Well tonight marked the demise of Happy Dog as he was thrashed and bit and ripped and all around molested and ravaged. Poor Happy Dog...he met his untimely death at the mere age of 2 months. You see...this is the second reincarnation of Happy Dog since Happy Dog 1 met the same fate. Nick and I slyly tried to fool her by buying Happy Dog 2 and rubbing it with Happy Dog 1's spit and scent and then quickly throwing out the carnage. Maggie is a smart dog and of course she did not fall for such a blatant ruse. Luckily for us, #2 was just as loved and adored. I guess I was a little too rough when playing tug, because before I knew it, Happy has busted a gut and was spewing cotton puffs of guts! As you can see in the pictures I posted, Maggie lies happily among the result of her kill.
So proudly she feasts on tufts of cotton before tiring of the flavor and moving on to her daddies hand. So I bid thee farewell Happy Dog 2, you were a favored and skillful play partner. You will be sorely missed by all...until the arrival of Happy Dog #3!
No comments:
Post a Comment