Posts Tagged ‘toys’

Here is another oldie of me, but it’s from 2006, so I am a year wiser than I was in my previous post. How much wiser? Well, in 2005, it took me 5 minutes to completely destroy a plush toy. In 2006, I learned to use my incisors better, so I bumped down the time to 4 minutes. Now in 2010, well, you’d just better hide your toys or they will meet an immediate death with my teef!!!

xx,
Oakie

Mom came home from vacation yesterday!!! I was home alone, and she came back during the day. I was no expecting her, so I growled from upstairs thinking she was a stinky intruder. Turns out she only smelled like stinky Europe! I ran down and gave her a big hug! And then I ran off to play with my toys. Yay!

xx,
Oakie

I like to destroy my toys. Especially toys that have strange little things protruding from them. This green toy was ripped to shreds by yours truly. But it got me back. I ended up swallowing a big piece, and when I went to poop later, it got stuck in my butthole and I could not get it out. Mom had to pull it out of my butt for me. It was not pretty, and she was not happy. My butt kinda hurt too.

xx,
Oakie

I love my toy Purple Guy with Big Feet. I think I’ve blogged about him before. He’s my best friend. Well, the best friend a rubber toy can be. He’s so fun to play catch with. He’s also fun to hold in my mouth because he’s got all these different grooves. He’s also really squeaky, and I love high-pitched squeaky toys! Oh, Purple Guy with Big Feet, I loves you!

xx,
Oakie

Another photo of me being really cute and chewing on that same toy. Fast forward a few days, that toy is now missing it’s antennas and the tips of it’s “fur.” I love my toys, I really do. I just love destroying them more. It’s GRRRrrrreat!

xx,
Oakie

I love my toys. I will drop everything when I hear my toys squeak. If the second floor did not have railing and the ball fell over the edge, I would probably jump just to grab the ball. Does that mean I love my toys or that I’m kind of dumb? Maybe a little bit of both. But I cannot resist the squeak!!

Squeak!!
Oakie

Here I am playing with my best friend Purple Guy with Big Feet. He jumped away from me when we were playing fetch. I tried to grab him with my mouth, but he missed and bounced all over the place. And then he made a squeaky noise. I love it when Purple Guy with Big Feet makes squeaky noises. When I hear that, I know it’s time to party! I’ll drop everything for Purple Guy with Big Feet squeaks!

xx,
Oakie

Here is another one of my favorite toys. My Holey Red Ball That Can Be Filled With Treats! Whenever mom needs to leave the house and I don’t want her to go, she will fill the Holey Red Ball That Can Be Filled With Treats up with treats and it will keep me occupied for about five minutes, but it’s enough time for her to leave without distracting me too much. It only takes me five minutes to take out the treats because I am awesome and I have mastered the skill of retrieving treats from the Holey Red Ball That Can Be Filled With Treats.

Peace,
Oakie

Here I am with my best friend Purple Guy with Big Feet. We’ve been through it all together. Three residential moves. He goes with me on vacation (well, when mom goes on vacation and I get stuck at the kennel), and he keeps me happy during play time. Purple Guy with Big Feet is so fun to play fetch with. When I can’t catch him, he will bounce on the ground all crazy and all over the place because of his crazy feet, and that in turn makes me run more and faster and further and all crazy as well. We are crazy together. Crazy Besties forever!

xx,
Oakie

Well! Heidi-ho neighbor! Sometimes I like to pretend I’m a daddy and nurturing to my mini-me. HA! Just kidding. I am not nurturing to my mini-me at all. All I want to do to it is lick and then possibly devour it like its a bag of Snausages. It’s nothing I have against my mini-me, I just like to de-stuff anything that’s stuffed! Toys! Dolls! Pillows! I don’t discriminate! Anything stuffed is welcomed!

Ciao!
Oakie