dogs will be dogs. the devil will only be the devil. little dog decided that one of her toys, Mr. Piggie to be specific, needed to be lobodomized. i am sitting on the couch this morning. half alseep, as the girls woke me up at daft o'clock to pee and have breakfast. i hear some very excited shredding of fabric and stuffing. i open my eyes to see little dog, ripping out the stuffing of Mr. Piggie through a hole in his forhead. poor Mr. Piggie. 'Hey! what did he do to deserve that?' she stops killing, looks up at me for a moment, and then continues. aparently she had just had enough of his shit.
on occation, a toy needs first aide. sometimes even, emergency surgery. big dogs tootsie roll, for example, required some surgery yesterday. its the only toy she gives a shit about, and i have a mind to order 50 of them off the internet, as back ups. little dog has gotten her little razor teeth into tootsie roll a few times. and pulled out stuffing, and a sqeak maker. and so yesterday, i ran said tootsie through the sewing machine (aka bam) patched some holes, and sewed shut the seam little dog had ripped open. the entire time i am sewing , big dog is under my feet, axiously waiting for her toy to be returned to her. once i was done with bam, i gave the toy to big dog, and she took off like a bat out of hell down the stairs to the couch. happy happy girl and now as i type, little dog has the tootsie, and is infact, humping it.
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