Okay, now to tell you about my new friend. His name is Mr. Duckie (Don't worry Flash, he's not a boyfriend, just a friend that is a boy, Mom is the one that named him so it's her fault he's a boy). Grandma knows how to shop for toys for us. They're always cool and we play with them all day long. Grandma bought us a rubber duckie family. There was a Momma Duckie and 2 babies. Sasha killed one baby and the Momma vanished. We have no idea where she went. I think Sasha scared her away after destroying her other baby. So I took it on myself to take care of this little duckie. Here is a closeup of Mr. Duckie. Isn't he cute?
I was very protective of Mr. Duckie. This is me giving Mom the evil eye for not asking my permission to take a picture of Mr. Duckie.
Mr. Duckie and I played a lot of games together. Here we are doing some roaching in the living room. The living room floor is one of my most favorite things about our new house. It's so huge and there's so much space to play!
When I took naps, Mr. Duckie was in a safe place. I didn't want Sasha to get ahold of him! Here we are napping in front of the plants in front of the big picture window.
This is what Sasha thought of Mr. Duckie though (this was taken before Sasha's haircut so she's very fluffy. She spent all weekend curled up in a blanket shivering so we still don't have a after haircut picture of her).
Last week I went to get Mr. Duckie so we could play fetch with Mom and his entire left side was gone. If any of you live with a dacshund you'll know how sneaky they are and they can destroy a stuffie, rope or pretty much anything they want in about 22 seconds. I was very upset and took Mr. Duckie to Mom to see if she could fix him and she said she was sorry she couldn't. I was mad at Sasha. I wouldn't play with her or anything. When it was time to beg for food I wouldn't let her sit next to me and I'd try to steal her share. I've moved on though. I'm nice to Sasha again, but I still don't trust her.
For now on I don't let Sasha touch the toys I really like. I don't care if we're supposed to share. She killed Mr. Duckie! Grandma says she'll look for another Mr. Duckie and I won't let Sasha near him!
I'm going to go take a nap now. I heard Mom talking about cooking bacon tonight for dinner and I LOVE helping Mom cook bacon! It's a big job helping her and requires lots of energy and focus. That means a long afternoon nap is required.
14 comments:
Poor Mr. Duckie. Hopefully you'll get another one soon. You'll have to guard that one real well! Bacon - did you say bacon? I love bacon!
ECHO
Poor Mr Duckie. I'm glad he wasn't your boyfriend though. Those are lovely lovely pictures of you. I really really really liked them
Love
Flash
Poorpoor duckie. I'd be pretty mad!! I got my new friend today!!!Mingo!!!
Now, where's the bacon
Hugs
Sunny&Scooter
Hi, Kaos!
Hmmmmm.... I don't destroy toys... my mom is the one who does it!
I can see you had fun roaching with Mr. Duckie!
I hope you got some bacon!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
joey said because it is MY birthday I can do the comments today!
WHATSSSSSSSSUUUPPPPPPP!!!
Your Duckie seemed VERY fun! Your grandma sure sounds smarterest!!!
Oh Kaos... I feel so sorry for Mr Duckie. I have a Mr Froggy that seems to belong to the same range as Mr Duckie.. Maybe I can send him to you. I am sure you will take great care of him.
Oh sorry... do you think you can email me your new snail mail address? My email is huskeeboy@gmail.com..
Oh. poor Mr Duckie. You sure were very nice to him
~ Girl girl
We have a Mr. Ducky that sits on the edge of our bathtubs and watches me and Mitch take baths! He tried to swim with me once but I didn't like his company so now he just watches!
We hope you get a taste of that delicious bacon, Kaos!
Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch
Oh No!! Poor Mr Duckie!!
Mean Sasha.
Speaking of Bacon.. how do you get your Mom to let you assist? Mum won't let me anywhere near when she is cooking bacon!!
smooooches,
Ben xxxx
Woof
Maybe you'll get a live duck. That would be so pawsome. Glad to hear the everyone made it through the hurricane.
Desert Pups
Hey Lady K,
Sorry 'bout Mr. Duckie. May be Homer J. stopped by your house; he's a murder. We only let him bplay with the "heavy duty" babies cuz he has razor teeth and eats all the vinyl an d rubber ones. He rips the squeaky hearts out of the fleecies. Maybe Sasha has the "Homer J. killing complex." Hopefully it won't be too difficult to find a new Mr. Duckie. Good luck.
- Homer J. - Jubal - J.E.B. - Shelby Belle - Jack - Abby - Max - Shiloh - Alex - Boru - Jenny = The Bumpass Hounds (TBH)
You really like that Duckie, huh? Ladies should have ducks they can call their own and don't have to share.
Hector Wheelie
Oh, poor Mr. Duckie! No wonder you were mad at Sasha.
Glad your people were okay after the hurricane!
Brown dog kisses,
Dannan and The Girl
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