Showing posts with label destruction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label destruction. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My Reputation

It seems that I've gotten a bit of a reputation as a squeaky toy terror. Or a destroyer, perhaps. Stuffing remover. Fur plucker. (You know what I'm getting at here...)

In fact, Cathy Keisha discusses this briefly over on her blog. She's got a stuffy who is getting her in all sorts of trouble. And, long story short, near the end of the post she says, "I'd mail him to Busy Buttons and let her have her way with him."

Hmmm. Why on earth does everyone think that I'm a toy punisher? I love my squeakies!


OK...maybe I love squeakies just a bit too much...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Who Unstuffed My Stuffie?!

When Mom and I woke up the other morning, we discovered a mystery. Someone had plucked a hole in my squeaky toy and pulled the stuffing and squeaker out! The stuffie's remains were right there on the foot of the bed, on the blanket that I sleep on. How rude!


I figured that it HAD to have been Mom because it's just the two of us here. Right? So I gave her a look and said, "Was that YOU, Mom?"


She denied it, of course, and then pointed out the fact that she doesn't play with my toys.

And then, well, she got a photo of this...


She caught me red-handed. I couldn't resist the toy, and I totally blew my cover. Oops.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Monkey Business

Mom had to run to the store tonight and I went along for the ride. Yeah, it's a little cold outside right now, but Mom made sure the car was toasty for me and she was only inside for a minute.

When she got back to the car, she put her shopping bag between the seats. It's my sworn duty to investigate all plastic sacks, so I dug right in. Guess what I found? MONKEY TOY!!! That's right...Mom got me a new toy when she was inside the store. Mom even had the store cashier cut the tag off so that I could play with the new toy in the car. My Mom's so cool!

Here's my cute new monkey.


But there was a little problem with my monkey. Before we even got back home, Mom noticed that I had stuffing on my chin. Yep. I had attacked my toy and was pulling out the stuffing! When we got inside our house, Mom investigated and she found two holes in the monkey.

Hole number 1...


Hole number 2...


Now I have destroyed a toy or two in the past, but I'm not usually a destroyer like that. Mom thinks that maybe the toy wasn't sewn together very well to begin with. She told me that she would try to fix the holes for me tomorrow 'cause she was too busy tonight with other stuff. But THAT plan was not going to work...

"There's nothing to see here, Mom."


That's right...I de-stuffed my monkey while Mom wasn't looking. She should have known better than to let me keep playing with it! (That big white thing is the crinkly squeaker.)


When she caught me, I knew I was in a little bit of trouble.


So I put on my best, most-innocent-looking face. And of course Mom just melted. She can't resist the cuteness!


She even let me nap on the monkey remains. Yep. I've got Mom trained.


It was a cute monkey...