Introducing the Toys

With four dogs and a cat, we've collected an interesting cross section of toys. I've been meaning to introduce them, but keep running up against an LJ posting error all week. The four dozen or so unshown tennis balls are lying under various furniture and under our bed, where Gracie hangs out with them in some odd form of cult worshp.



This poor thing is Tigger, from Classic Winnie the Pooh (not the Disney version). He's Fudge's surrogate mother and sex partner, which includes other various and other sundry indignities. He eyes are gone, the 'fur' around his jugular has been gone for almost 6 years and I've re-patched him dozens of times with strong coat thread. The black spot on the back - you don't want to know. Honest. I'd get rid of him, but every Vet insists we shouldn't or Fudge will act out. I figure I've washed this guy several dozen times in the past seven years since I first gave him to Fudge, but am afraid to do so now as he'll most likely fall apart. We've tried to replace Tigger with a stuffed Cthullu, but Fudge is surprisingly monogamous.

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There's something so very, very sad about pet toys, don't you think?