this past Christmas we got Allie a set of three stuffed squeaker toys. this wasn't her first set of squeakers; she's had a few others. she loves squeakers! and by 'squeakers' i literally mean the squeaker part of the stuffed toy. when they are new she finds great joy in squeaking them at our legs until we tug with her but, eventually she gets bored and that's when this happens:
the other squeaker toys have all met their tragic end in similar fashion. their heads are punctured, their stuffing gets scattered, and they lay limp on the floor until
mom puts them in the toy bucket. on the rare occasion they have a trace of stuffing left and still manage to squeak she pulls them out and tares them apart until the white plastic squeaker is found. she's relentless!
at the end of the massacre the living room is covered in a mess of white fluff and Allie rests peacefully on the couch - squeaking. Cody and i pick it all up, save her from the squeaker (the last thing we need her to do is eat that darn thing!), and cuddle her as if she's done nothing wrong. and so it goes...
while wer're on the subject of Allie, here's a picture of her and Cody racing over the weekend at Saylorville. Needless to say it wasn't quite a photo finish. i like to think this picture demonstrates her sportsmanship.
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