HAPPY STUFFY APPRECIATION DAY
7 a.m. Today is Stuffy Appreciation Day. Ordinarily, I'm not allowed to play with stuffies because I like to eat them. Ever since I ate Papa's socks last year and got a really bad tummy ache, Mama's been a little fussy about what I play with. But for this occasion, she rescued a few stuffies from the pet store and gave them a home.
Now I'm playing with them under supervision. I don't like supervision. Mama's just sitting here watching me try to rip their heads off. Geez, can't a dog have his privacy while he chokes on wooly eyeballs and swallows toxic substances and gets stuffing all twisted up in his gut?
So this is my gang: KweenKittayKat, FunkyMonkey, LoonyRaccoony and Bob the Ball. We're giving them a temporary foster home, though. Just before they're shredded beyond recognition, they will move on to another home, but I don't know where ... maybe the garbage can.
Anyway, if I was a stuffy, I think I'd rather sit on a store shelf than be torn to pieces by a wild, dribbling dog.
They really DO deserve our appreciation.
I really do appreciate you guys. CHOMP.
I'm a little partial to Loony. I could yank his eyes out and swallow him whole if Mama would give me a little more time with him. He squeaks when I bite him so I think he likes me too. Funky wants to be BFF with Bob. See how he's clinging to him? My entourage has gotten a little cliquey except for KweenKittayKat. She's a snob and likes to sprawl all by herself. Typical cat. But it doesn't matter. I don't think I could bite a girliestuffy anyway.
Down the hatch you go, Loony ... Mama stepped in right about here because Loony was about to take the long route to the poopy bag, just like Papa's socks did ... or worse: get tied in a knot around my liver.
4 p.m. Well my stuffies have disappeared. Frankly, they didn't look too good when I saw them last. But wherever they are, they know that I really did appreciate them today.