Happy Wednesday, my friends!
You are not going to believe this…but mom has seriously lost it. I mean really, really lost it.
This past weekend, there was a flurry of activity in the house, and mom decided it was time to clean out my toy box.
Yes, that’s right, I have an official toy box inside and a basket outside — and it’s overflowing with toys, my travel bag and other random things. This does not include my food or treat drawers either. Hey, I’m a big dog. Not only do a take up a lot of space, but so do all of my trappings.
I have always had free reign of that box, and I love to open it up and dig something out, play with it a while, then move on to the next toy. Mom will then go around behind me and pick things up. She once started trying to train me to clean up after myself, but I pretended that I didn’t get the point, so she gave up on those shenanigans.
At any rate, I walked into the kitchen on Sunday afternoon, after just waking up from a little nap…and what do I see? All of the stuff from my toy box is strew around the kitchen floor and mom has her head down in the trunk. I was concerned, to say the least.
But she managed to find the most wonderful and magical things in there. For starters, she pulled out a pig’s ear that had to be at least 2 years old…mom stopped buying them forever ago. But it tasted just as good as ever, despite looking like I’d buried at some stage in the yard.
She also pulled up some filled rawhide bones that I forgot I had and a bunch of old toys that I couldn’t recall ever receiving in the first place…but it was awesome to say the least.
Mom pulled everything out and then grabbed the vacuum cleaner. She got all the dirt and dog fur out, and then started putting stuff in. But not all of it. She thinks I didn’t notice but I did. Some of the stuff went into a garbage sack…like the stuffies I have destroyed beyond recognition, with only a 3-inch big tuft of hair clinging together at the seams. And other things went into a cardboard box, which I have now lost the whereabouts of. From what I gathered while she was talking to Mackenzie, who was extremely concerned that mom was stealing my toys, other dogs who don’t yet have a home are going to get to play with them. Something about our local animal shelter which has a bunch of dogs that end up at the shelter for extended periods because they need to be trained and readjust to living with people that don’t seem to hate them. I don’t know.
I guess it seems like a good cause. I certainly wasn’t going to play with those things anymore. But they were MINE! On the other hand, the fact that mom washed all my grungy stuffies and laid them all out so I could inspect them (she says they were drying) was nice of her. I’ve already found one that still had squeakers in it and promptly removed them. By the way, the days of mom sewing up my stuffies when I start trying to open them up for liposuction are long gone — and I can’t say I’m sad about that either.
Bark at you soon!
