The Geriatric Poodle had a long love affair with Camelia, the fleece camel. He carried her around everywhere and would often sit contentedly, gumming her grey, matted fleece and sighing with delight.
For Foxie Doxie, it’s Atomic Bunny.
She’s in his kennel all the time, although he’s not psychotic about it or anything. Far be it from Foxie to get all wrapped up in a woman like that.
They have an understanding.
And Lil’ Frankfurter? Well, in the three months he’s ruled our household, he’s destroyed many, many toys. Searching for The One? It ain’t easy.
But, Lil’ Frank has finally found love.
No, that’s not a pregnancy test. It’s a toothbrush. Or, rather, The Toothbrush.
Lil’ Frank confiscated it when I was cleaning the bathroom. Now? They are inseparable.
The Toothbrush can withstand Lil’ Frank’s abuse. And Lil’ Frank feels virtuous carrying The Toothbrush around the house like a prize.
I draw the line at allowing The Toothbrush in the bed. But other than that?

Whatever, dude. Whatever makes you happy. Just don’t eat it, ok?
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