Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Get your toy, Mr. B

Whenever we move from one floor to another floor around our house, you are bound to hear the phrase, "Get your toy, Mr. B". What follows is our dog, blog name Mr. B, frantically moving from one toy to another toy trying to decide which toy he wants to move to the upstairs/downstairs. This afternoon during his selection process, he mouthed a squeek hedghog (former favorite), moved on to the "skin" of a stuffed anteater, nosed a Kong, and settled on - with great delight - a... water bottle.

He has a toy bin on each floor FULL of toys. Dog toys aren't cheap, yet once a month when we make our run to the pet store for dog food I feel compelled to pick him up another toy. He dances with joy when we walk in the door with the bag (I assume he can smell the pet store). When he gets the toy, he low-butt-runs (as we call it) around the house as if that moment is the best moment of his life.

Over the last few months, he has decided that plastic water bottles are his new favorite. He is as excited to receive one of those (maybe more) as he is when he gets a new toy. Currently he has 5 within view from my seat here in the living room. Ocassionally he will get out of the other recliner and rediscover a bottle, L-B-running around with joy.

We pick up a case full of joy at "the Wal-mart" once a week...if only life for people were as simple.

1 comment:

Laziest Girl said...

Sarah the Springer Spaniel doesn't have toys - she has "woobys". I don't know why they are called woobys. When I get home from work, she is very excited and we say "get your wooby Snuff" so she doesn't jump up or bite your fingers when you try to pat her.

So she runs frantically around the house, under the table, over to the couch, looks under the couch, quick better check under the bed, hang on, maybe I left it outside.

Finally she'll locate a tennis ball (or, more likely, the remains of tennis ball as the other dog, Lucy, regularly destroys them) and come and show you with the whole waggily bum thing happening. And because she is excited, we get singing too - "wooooooo", "woowoowoo" etc.

It's very hard to sneak in our front door.