Toy Radar

My toy radar has been going crazy lately. Mom went shopping yesterday and brought home bags of stuff. She put it all up on the table where I couldn't go through it. You know we have a rule that says if Mom goes shopping, she has to get me a toy, right? Well, she didn't come through on her end of that deal. No toy for me yesterday.

But the toy radar told me that there was a new toy in our house. And I was sure it was up on that table. So tonight I just sat by the table and barked at it. And barked at it. And barked at it.

You know what? I WAS RIGHT! The toy radar has not failed me yet. When Mom thought I was in the other room, she started messing around on top of the table. She didn't know that I was UNDER the table, spying on her! And that's when I heard the squeaky and Mom knew she was busted! How dare she try to hide a squeaky toy from me!

Anyway, here's my new toy. I don't know what it's supposed to be, so I just call him Spike.

Mom kept taking pictures of me, so I decided to pose for her. I thought maybe she'd stop taking pictures if I did. It didn't work.

Here's one of a multitude of pictures of me playing with Spike.

I played a LOT tonight. I was a crazy doggie for a while.

I played so much tonight that I wore myself out.

I had to nap for a while. And of course I kept Spike nearby...

I love my toy radar! What a useful thing for a toyaholic to have...