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A brief picture story.
Opal loves toys. She loves squeaking them, she loves fetching them, she loves tugging on them. She especially loves destroying them.
This is Opal's crate. The stuffing scattered around is from her dog bed, which she ripped open about the second day she was here - you wouldn't believe how often I gather up stuffing without even being sure where it's from.
This is her chick. It thankfully has no stuffing in its body. One foot has been ripped open and the squeaker extracted and the beak has seen much better days.
This is her octopus. She opened its head up the first night she had it.
And this is what used to be her frog. It was a stuffed disk with a fluffy back. Yeah. Not so much anymore. She still loves it, though.
The gamechanger: Squirrel. It's actually a plush chipmunk - I was trying to find a squirrel, but this was the closest I could get, so I decided to go with it and just call it Squirrel anyway. I actually picked it out for Benny. He's not a toy dog, but he does enjoy the pursuit of squirrels (and stalking them and looking in trees for them; they're one of the very few things that can make him bark). Worst case scenario, I figured, he'd ignore it and Opal would have a new plush skin to flail around. Lo and behold, that's not how it worked out. Benny had a vague passing interest in it, but Opal chased him away. She claimed it. And she didn't destroy it.
She loves it. Squirrel gets carted around, squeaked, licked, and tucked into bed. The first night she had him, she left the bedroom to retrieve him, placed him nicely in bed between me and Jaime, and returned to her spot at my feet for the night. Even his tags are still intact. Opal has a baaaaaby. Color me charmed.
Unrelated footnote #1:
Well hey there, Jacks! And how's our Snake Snakely today?
Unrelated footnote #2: This is a good read.
This is Opal's crate. The stuffing scattered around is from her dog bed, which she ripped open about the second day she was here - you wouldn't believe how often I gather up stuffing without even being sure where it's from.
This is her chick. It thankfully has no stuffing in its body. One foot has been ripped open and the squeaker extracted and the beak has seen much better days.
This is her octopus. She opened its head up the first night she had it.
And this is what used to be her frog. It was a stuffed disk with a fluffy back. Yeah. Not so much anymore. She still loves it, though.
The gamechanger: Squirrel. It's actually a plush chipmunk - I was trying to find a squirrel, but this was the closest I could get, so I decided to go with it and just call it Squirrel anyway. I actually picked it out for Benny. He's not a toy dog, but he does enjoy the pursuit of squirrels (and stalking them and looking in trees for them; they're one of the very few things that can make him bark). Worst case scenario, I figured, he'd ignore it and Opal would have a new plush skin to flail around. Lo and behold, that's not how it worked out. Benny had a vague passing interest in it, but Opal chased him away. She claimed it. And she didn't destroy it.
She loves it. Squirrel gets carted around, squeaked, licked, and tucked into bed. The first night she had him, she left the bedroom to retrieve him, placed him nicely in bed between me and Jaime, and returned to her spot at my feet for the night. Even his tags are still intact. Opal has a baaaaaby. Color me charmed.
Unrelated footnote #1:
Well hey there, Jacks! And how's our Snake Snakely today?
Unrelated footnote #2: This is a good read.