Lying in a sad, deflated heap - blue fur tattered and torn, eyes blankly staring at the ceiling...and with a macabre smile still on his face - lay the lifeless carcass of Mr. Buddy.
Mr. Buddy was formerly our dog Eddie's favorite cuddle toy. Eddie is a cuddler. She likes to carry her toys around, lay on them (frequently in our bed) and just basically - well - cuddle with them.
Patsy also loves plush toys but for a very different reason. They contain stuffing that must be TORN OUT of them. This same logic applies to dog beds, shoe insoles....you get the picture. We are no longer surprised to come home to fluffy stuffing tumbleweeds - skittering across the floors every time heat kicks on.
Eddie is a cuddle-bug. Patsy is a stuffing vivisectionist.
Patsy is also an unconscious chewer. Particularly when she is sleeping on or near antique furniture. As a result, we are currently experimenting with new and exciting uses for bitter apple spray and red pepper.
Finding Mr. Buddy's lifeless, empty corpse disturbed me briefly but Eddie seems to have soldiered through her loss. She is currently focusing her attention and adoration on her green plush stuffed bone that used to have tug ropes attached to it before Patsy ripped them off and apparently ate them.
Now if I could just convince her to keep that nasty-ass thing off the bed.
2 comments:
Rest in peace, Mr. Buddy, you were :::sniff sniff::: loved!
How interesting that you named your dogs after the two prime characters in Absolutely Fabulous.
That said, friends have two Chihuahua's. One of them is more likely to hump a stuffed toy, the other likely to tear it to shreds.
Both those dogs go spastic when I go over there. I think dogs can tell that you grok them.
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