The alarm went off at 3:45, but rain said “Sleeeeeep in”, drowning out Manboy’s “Wakey, wakey. Play with snaky.” My dogs don’t sleep in. Tamale did–bless her. Omo and Fab, the detergent brothers, don’t sleep in and are used to early-morning fun.
If I wag the walk, I wake to this:
Sigh. Tonight I’ll have to re-stuff the plushie. Again. They are in their monkey phase, giving the wombat a rest. The wombat’s stuffing is brown; I often panic thinking someone’s ass exploded.
I rarely toss the white blood. Why? The sport is the dissection. Most of my plushies are garage sale and charity shop finds. They come pre-loved and with smells the hounds can detect. Mmmm, bebbeh spew. Milky, sour-y goodness, only a bum-sniffer could love.
Pet toys here cost $$. I prefer to bring new ones back from the US. My luggage squeaks.
I missed my train. It would’ve been the perfect time to compose and read others’ posts, but the rain the morning translated into Katese as “No laptop!”
I had the perfect set up, too. (One way to lose weight is to cut out half of your thighs in the photo.)
I’m rarely wordless, so here’s to Wordy Wednesday.
Sent from my iPhone, toots. So expect to paragraph breaks.
Katy Cassidy 
Ahh, there’s nothing like stuffie guts to start or end your day! You’re so popular in the morning. *snicker* I like your weight loss plan A LOT!
I have got to try blogging on the phone sometime!
Looks like you need to contact CSI over that stuffie
I get Song’s toys from charity shops as well. If it doesn’t squeak she doesn’t try to disembowel it. If it dares to squeak, then frankly it get’s chomped on until the squeaker throws in the towel.
another weightloss trick is to prop the legs up and photo from above–instant thinneriser.
Sue,
We have replacement squeakers from Dr Noyze or some silly spelling. I dont usually replace them, but add them to ones that never had a squeaker. If they dont like one of my plushies, I add the squeaker. Once they love it, they never break up with it, even when the squeaker dies. Fabian is odd because he also likes hard plastic toys, even after punctured and squeakless. Freak.