My last post was an introduction to my dogs. This is about their playthings.
This is Blue’s toy.
Clifford, I’m sorry about your eye, dude.
Daisy sneaks upstairs, through a closed gate, into bedrooms with ancient doors that don’t shut well, and collects things throughout the day. Once she brings them downstairs, we put them out of reach on the mantle. In this picture we have: my son’s duck, a tooth-fairy pillow, a teddy bear, one slipper a necklace and three naked Barbies. She really has a thing for Barbies.
(Congratulations to Middle Aged Woman! You won Monday’s giveaway of Rage Against the Meshugenah.)