Buddie, the neurotic, but lovable cockapoo turned 4 this week (that would be 28 in human years). I wanted to get him a new Mr. Bill chew toy. You squeeze him and he says, "Oh NOOOO!" That was his favorite and Mr. Bill lasted for quite a long time. We'd say, "Where's Mr. Bill?" and Buddie would jump up and run off looking and would return with the right toy.
We had to "retire" Mr. Bill after Buddie had chewed off both arms and legs and finally got to the suprise inside, which would be the little plastic box that makes the noise. I threw Mr. Bill away, but kept the little box and would from time to time, give it a squeeze. This would of course, send Buddie into a frenzy searching for his long lost friend. The last time I gave it a squeeze it was sitting on top of a cabinet in the kitchen and after I squeezed it, Buddie kept trying to look for Mr. Bill on top of the cabinet. I felt bad so I went looking at the pet store.
I couldn't find Mr. Bill so I settled on a hedgehog and a froggy. He loves the hedgehog right now because he can rip little bits off of it quite easily. This is Buddie's major criteria in a favorite toy, how many things can he chew off of it. Looks like I'm shopping on the internet for a new Mr. Bill.
By the way, if you guessed that it was the raisins that made Buddie barf all over the carpet, you were correct! Give yourself a pat on the back.
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