Too many toys. Can that be? Just cause I don’t play with all of them doesn’t mean I don’t love them.
Last night, after reading Abby’s blog, I noticed my little green Cuz wasn’t around. Looked under stuff but there was only dust.
I last saw him playing by the door. But he wasn’t anywhere.
In the morning , he was back. In the toy box sleeping! I decided to follow him.
He checked out the table at breakfast.
Then he looked in my empty bowl.
He slipped out when the bearded one left. I tailed him.
First stop was the rec center for a stretching and squeaking class. (Had to go undercover cause they don’t allow doggies. I disguised myself as a shaggy yoga mat.)
Then he stopped at the barbershop. He has no hair. I think she’s his girlfriend!
Finally he went back home. Drank some wine on the balcony!
Arrow tried to play with him but he was too drunk. When you can’t find your toys, maybe they're leading a double life.