I HAD a Sock Monkey. It sat up by Far Guys books. Far Side would get it down every once in a while and throw it in the air and I would make it squeak. She would make me give it up when I started to play rough….you know growling and shaking it to smithereens. The Sock Monkey was safe up there…until this week Far Guy just gave me the monkey… jackpot…or maybe it was a brain fart.
I had a blast…Far Side grabbed her camera.
I ripped out the stuffing and the batteries and all the plastic innards that made those noises. I made a big mess.
My Sock Monkey is much thinner now.
Do you know how bored a Border Collie can get cooped up inside when it is sub zero weather? Pretty bored. I got my ears cleaned this week and my toe nails clipped…seems play time ends in grooming time. I helped Far Side clean out my drawer in the kitchen…I supervised and watched so she just cleaned and straightened up…no throwing my stuff away. I smelled everything to make sure it was still good, and counted all the extra balls.