The toy box has a new toy in it today. One I would like. Or so I was told. I’m not big on most toys as you might remember. So after yawning and stretching and having breakfast and taking my time, I sauntered over to take a peek knowing full well I’d walk away and my mom would be wrong, as usual.
Well, wrong-O! I had that new toy in my mouth so fast, my mom couldn’t begin to capture my flash of speed with her camera as that toy fell under my complete control!
Note my paw draped over this toy, a Tickle Pickle my mom calls it. My paw denotes this is mine, in case there was any confusion.
As all toys deserve, all good ones that is, this one got a good sniff, a little nibble, and a bunny kick for good measure.
Reportedly, I *might* have gotten a little bonkers over this pickle.
Or maybe it was a lot bonkers. It’s hard for me to remember the exact degree of bonkerness. I mean, I was wrapped up in the moment.
Whichever, whatever, it wasn’t too long before I put my paw in the air like I just didn’t care. Paws up, mom. For a change you were right! Thanks for your toy persistence!
Note: I *might* have a smile on my face all day now.