And yet…mom remains ever hopeful. Elsa here. Mom made some toys for me a couple of months ago to add to my pile of stuffies and chewies. She had hoped that by having a variety I’d be less inclined to
destroy destuff them.
She’s starting to think the rescue group was completely off base when they identified me as a purebred Standard Poodle and that I’m actually a Ninja alligator (or beaver) determined to eviscerate all manner of things. Then again, I suggest that maybe I’m a designer trying to improve on their appearance and function
we don’t need any stinking beaks, legs, arms, heads. I mean, really…do cats or mice really need ears?
But it’s not like I don’t forewarn the toys about what is coming. I stand over them and
bark my head off give them fair warning. “Let the evisceration redesign begin!” Lately she mentioned something about a DNA test to confirm her suspicions about what species I am, not what breed. It doesn’t sound like a good thing for me so I’m lying low for a while until I spot the next pair of glasses, socks or slippers.
Luckily I’m pretty cute when I’m lying low so I think I’m safe. For now, that is.
Is your fur-child a stuffie ‘re-designer’ or an alligator?
Live, love, bark! ❤︎