It was a grizzly scene, definitely NOT something you want to encounter in morning's first light.
An arm. A dismembered arm. Laying on the floor in the kitchen. Half asleep, I almost stepped on it.
It took me a minute to realize what it was.
And then whose it was.
A startling discovery.
It belonged to Monkey, one of the dogs' squeaky toys.
This has been the drill nearly every morning for the past week and a half. A new crime scene. A new victim.
Yesterday it was duck. I found him in the foyer with his face ripped off and more than half of his stuffing missing. I thought it best to clean up the mess before the kids woke up.
And now, every night, I wonder who'll be the next unsuspecting victim. Will it be the fuzzy pink octopus or Mr. Giraffe?
Nobody knows.
But one thing's sure. It's hard to believe a crime so heinous could be committed by such a lovable muppet.
The perp.It's always the ones you least suspect.
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2 comments:
What a cutie! She's getting so big.
Ben's a notorious toy destroyer. He's intent on getting to the squeaky part just to disable the sound. The fluffy carnage is just for show. ;)
Thanks, Meg. It's hard to believe she's still not even a year -- Libby's so big.
Disemboweling her toys is new for her. She used to be content to just carry them around and squeak 'em every once in a while. But all of a sudden, she's out for blood, or...uh... synthetic stuffing, I guess.
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