Monday, March 17, 2008

The 3 Stages of a Dog Toy

I'd like to share with you the life span of one of Wrigley's new stuffed toys. Meet Cuckoo Bird, given to Wrigley by his brother Casey and sister Molly...

10:00 am...

10:02 am...

10:02:54 am...

RIP Cuckoo Bird. It was a wild ride.

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I'd also like you to meet Duck Duck. He was a present from Wrigley's buddy Bentley...

He didn't last long either. It was a matter of minutes before Wrigley tore open his beak and ripped apart the "honking device" (Duck Duck didn't squeak, he honked like a car horn)...


Wrigley was pouty after I took his toy carcass away from him...


Here's what's left of Duck Duck now...


Now Cuckoo Bird and Duck Duck can frolic freely and honk happily, together in Stuffed Dog Toy Heaven.

1 comment:

Mary Beth said...

We bring my dad's dog Morgun toys all the time and it takes him no time to remove squeak box. Then he lines up their holey bodies like a weird serial killer!