Hi. Remember me? I am Emily. I am a rescue and I live with Wilma and her hubster. I am very happy here and have such a good time playing with my squeaky toys, taking walks, playing frisbee, but something here is baffling me.
I go get a squeaky. I shake it and chew it and finally get the plastic thing out and break it apart. Then the next day there it is again. It looks a little mangled but the squeak is back. and I am so perplexed.
I’m thinking Mommy is magical. She sits with the squeaky toys at the counter sometimes, fooling with them, and won’t let me have them. Then out of the blue, she will throw that darn squeaky toy that I had destroyed not two or three hours ago.
I feel like I am living in a Steven King novel.