....And the Duck Quacks No More
On Sunday I was at Walgreens with my mom and Xiaoning when I saw a display of dog toys. There was a stuffed duck in the display and I thought, "How cool would it be to get a Labrador Retriever a stuffed duck?" Think about it, Labs are trained to fetch the game in their mouth after it's shot.
It gets better, (not that you're all too thrilled about me buying a stuffed duck for my dog but hey. it's my blog.) you know how most dog toys squeak when you squeeze them? The duck quacked when you squeezed it. So OF COURSE I had to get it for Ebony.
And she loved that duck. She just loved it a little too much, because now, the duck has a broken neck.
It also no longer quacks. Which upset me, because I loved the duck just as much as Ebony did. I'm actually considering buying another one. Am I crazy or what?
Not crazy. Just quirky. Everyone likes quirky.
It gets better, (not that you're all too thrilled about me buying a stuffed duck for my dog but hey. it's my blog.) you know how most dog toys squeak when you squeeze them? The duck quacked when you squeezed it. So OF COURSE I had to get it for Ebony.
And she loved that duck. She just loved it a little too much, because now, the duck has a broken neck.
It also no longer quacks. Which upset me, because I loved the duck just as much as Ebony did. I'm actually considering buying another one. Am I crazy or what?
Not crazy. Just quirky. Everyone likes quirky.
1 Comments:
I love quirky because if I hate quirky, I make it difficult for myself.
By Jenn Swift, at Thursday, September 21, 2006 10:51:00 AM
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