I love all my toys. My parents have often marvelled at how I seemed to have a rotation of stuffies to play with, but there always was a "first among equals" to speak of. Originally it was my pig toys, but I soon outgrew them; then I fell in love with my football loofa, but he soon died a pug related disembowelment death; then I chose Alberto Gonzales the Ducky (the original) to be my new BFF, but he decided to adopt a low profile when some people starting pestering him about numerous instances of "perjury" and "obstruction of justice" and "abuse of power/corruption" and started throwing around the term "prison sentence." I have not seen ole Al in a while. After he left I thought I would never love again ... that is until another ducky entered my life.
Remember Alberto Gonzalez 2.0? I introduced you to him a while ago, and I probably told you that the best thing about him is the three eggs he had inside him. I could dig at him, and the three eggs would come out, and then I had three of the most wonderful toys I have ever had. They combine my three favorite things - balls, stuffies, and squeaking.
See how awesome the eggs are?! I wanted one with me everywhere I went.
I liked to sleep with them in my own bed.
I loved them even when they got really dirty and nasty.
I loved them even after Mommy had to perform emergency surgery on them to stop their guts from falling out. But as you can see, the eggs were on their last legs.
Then the most pawsome thing ever happened: for Christmas, I got a big ball FULL of TONS of brand new eggs!! Here you can see the ball with its many eggs, and one pink egg off to the side.
The first thing I did with this amazing gift was get out every single egg.
This is me digging inside the big ball to make sure that I did not miss a single egg!
I put lots of them in my bed and was constantly chasing the rest.
I'm so happy!! My favorite thing to do with the eggs is play fetch with one while keeping another one in my mouth. So I will make one of the humans throw an egg, even though I already have one in my mouth. And when they throw the egg, I run after it even though I already have one in my mouth. And then I push the second one around with my nose and paws all around the house. And anytime my parents put the eggs back in the big ball, I take all of them out before I start playing again. On top of it all Mommy and Daddy have been with me all week. This has been the mostest awesomest week ever.
Snarf everydog later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth