Monday, June 22, 2009
Super Squeaker Cow
Hello all! It reached 100 degrees here today, so needless to say I stayed in . . . again. To make up for the indoor imprisonment, my parents bought me this awesome toy -- it's a cow that has 16 squeaker-things inside. I thought I died and went to puggy heaven; I LOVE attacking those squeaker-things. In fact, other than eating, sleeping, and snuggling, trying to get those plastic squeaker-things is my purpose in life!
The cow tried to escape, but I have it firmly by its neck. One shake of my head and the cow will die a quick death via transected cervical vertebra (Mommy makes me watch CSI with her; thus, the professional jargon)