Introducing the Toys
Jun. 5th, 2007 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trystinnWith 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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Thing 2: Frankly, we don't know where he came from. A Happy Meal, most likely. Was there a Thing 1? We don't know. Currently he's one of Flash's favorite friends. Along with...
Froggie. Not sure where he came from either, I assume either the kids next door or a well meaning friend. Froggie has no eyes and a huge hole in his back so most of his stuffing is gone.
BDSM gear, as we call it. Ropes and "the Alien", usually played with by Flash and Gracie. Flash loves to run around the house with ropes in his mouth, hanging out like a strange mustache.
Misc. bits. Most were the "squeeze some string cheese in them" type, the other used to have a plastic mouse on the top - all of them were brought to this sorry state by Flash, our wonder pup.
Henrietta, aka Mrs. Chicken, complete with internal squeaker. She was bought as part of an elaborate prank on Josh (a'la "The Chicken Chronicles"), but he ruined it by snooping in my closet. In the best shape because the dogs are frightened of it - will run in the other direction when she 'screams'. She's made of latex, sadly, so I'm allergic to her and so cannot encourage the dogs to play with her."
There's something so very, very sad about pet toys, don't you think?
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.
"
Thing 2: Frankly, we don't know where he came from. A Happy Meal, most likely. Was there a Thing 1? We don't know. Currently he's one of Flash's favorite friends. Along with...
Froggie. Not sure where he came from either, I assume either the kids next door or a well meaning friend. Froggie has no eyes and a huge hole in his back so most of his stuffing is gone.
BDSM gear, as we call it. Ropes and "the Alien", usually played with by Flash and Gracie. Flash loves to run around the house with ropes in his mouth, hanging out like a strange mustache.
Misc. bits. Most were the "squeeze some string cheese in them" type, the other used to have a plastic mouse on the top - all of them were brought to this sorry state by Flash, our wonder pup.
Henrietta, aka Mrs. Chicken, complete with internal squeaker. She was bought as part of an elaborate prank on Josh (a'la "The Chicken Chronicles"), but he ruined it by snooping in my closet. In the best shape because the dogs are frightened of it - will run in the other direction when she 'screams'. She's made of latex, sadly, so I'm allergic to her and so cannot encourage the dogs to play with her."
There's something so very, very sad about pet toys, don't you think?
