The difference between a rubber chicken and a stuffed moose.

If you are young and blind like me all stuffed toys might smell the same to you. Today I learned there is a difference. I was bored this afternoon while I was waiting for Skylar and Hunter to get home from school so I grabbed this moose off the fireplace. He was fun to chew on since he is made of stuffing and wood. I took him in my kennel (that where I keep all my toys) and played with him until Dad came upstairs.

The first words out of his mouth were...Mom is going to be soooo mad. Then he took a picture of the moose on my bed with his phone. I heard the house phone ring a few minutes later and I knew I was in trouble. I waited for the yelling but mostly Dad was laughing and I couldn't hear mom so I was going to have to wait. Dad took the moose and put what was left of him on the table where I couldn't reach him and grabbed my rubber chicken.

Mom stopped on her way home last night at Petsmart and bought me a new food bowl since my old one broke, while she was there she bought me a rubber chicken that squeaks. I like it a lot, I can throw it and fetch it and wrestle it. My favorite new toy is a rope with a tennis ball attached to it. Hunter and I play tug with it in the evenings, I win most of the time but I let him win sometimes, too.

Hunter and Skylar came home from school and I got to go outside and wrestle with Hunter. My hip and bum leg have been pretty sore the last couple of days but they don't seem to be slowing me down. I have to limp a little bit more in the evenings but the cheese medicine (asprin) I get before bed make me feel a little better.

Mom got home and I thought for sure I was busted. I ran up and rubbed on her legs when she walked in and she bent down and stratched my head. She was laughing and said that I was on her 'bad dog' list. I am not sure what that means but She took the repaired moose and put him up high on the mantel and told Hunter to make sure he kept his toys put away. My toys are always put in away in my kennel so I guess I don't have much to worry about. Dad said I ate the moose because I was bored and mom said daycare will fix that.

So I guess the 'bad dog' list is a list of dogs that get to go to daycare next week. Maybe tomorrow I will chew up something else and see if I can go to daycare sooner. Or maybe I should wait and see if I really like daycare as much as I think I will.