Our House is a Toy Graveyard
February 21, 2011
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Remember that song Templeton sings in Charlotte’s Web about fair food? “Each night it can be found, all around, after the crowds have left…” Or something like that. I was examining the menagerie of toys Scout has demolished in the last three days, and this song was replaying in my head, over and over again. Toys are to Scout what fair food was to Templeton.
See the following photo:
This does not include the NylaBones or raw hide from earlier. Note that the yellow key used to be attached. We cannot find the ring it used to be attached with. Our guess to its location: Scout’s stomach. Also, that used to be a star, and the keys used to have prongs like real keys. Now they are nubs.
Scout couldn’t stand to have the toys taken away, but we’ve already seen hot pink-flecked Frisbee poo in the yard, and we don’t want her to clog herself up with plastic. She was really laying on the look though:
Can I please have my toys back, Mom? I’m a good dog. Look, I’ll sit!
We’re going to have to replace these toys with something more durable soon, so that she still has a place to vent all that teething energy that’s not our shoes or the wall or something equally unappealing (to people, I’m sure Scout would love it).