Andy's Toy

We have gotten a couple of questions about the toy Andy is playing with in his "tummy tag" picture. We have been wanting to make a post about that toy so now is as good of a time as any! Maybe you remember in a previous post, Mom had called a toy a donkey but when she found the packaging, she realized it was a fox. Even then we told you Mom is pretty silly because a donkey does not look anything like a fox. Mom says her excuse was it was brown and had long legs. You tell us ...



Anyway, that lead to Mom always calling the toy Fox-that-is-not-a-donkey. She decided that was too much to say so she thought about F(ox-that-is-not-a-d)onkey and decided to call it Fonkey. (Control yourselves out there. She IS our Mom.)

Well, Andy loved to play with that toy but Sammy decided that Fonkey was his replacement for poor Red Bear who is still around but is only a shell of his former self. Since Sammy doesn't play with lots of toys, Mom usually lets him have one if he picks it out.

To make it up to Andy, Mom went to get another toy. She wanted to buy a Stinky but Petsmart only had the fox. (Here are the different ones in the series. This is just a site Mom found that shows all of the toys. It is not an endorsement for the site.) This is Foxy. He is the plush fox. You can tell because he has black legs.



So now we have Fonkey and Foxy and, guess what, Sammy wants them both. Mom spends most the time taking one away from Sammy and letting Andy have it. Roxie just ignores the whole process.



And, yes, Fonkey's face is a little chewed up. We have been working on him. He is already missing his squeakers.

Sammy & Red Bear

Sammy in Mom's lap with Red Bear.



Still in Mom's lap ...



Checking out the squeaker.



Time to take Red Bear along ...



And Mom won't let the rest of us even touch Red Bear!

Finally ... The Christmas Loot!

Just a quick reminder that this is what our tree looked like after Mom and Aunt Bec decorated it so carefully.



And this is what our tree looked like on Christmas morning. Please note the new arrangement of the ornaments. Also note that Mom and Aunt Bec did not use the tripod to take this picture so it is the picture that is blurry and not your vision.



This is all of the Christmas loot that we got. This is just our loot. Maggie and Jake took their loot home but you will see it in some of the pictures. The three cans of Snausages came from Grandma and Grandpa. Mom has not opened them yet but we will get to that ... (Oh, and don't look too closely at the edge of the area rug. We decided the edging could be removed. Mom did not agree.)




We have not been allowed to play with these toys. Mom says they are on vacation and will return later. Why did some of our toys get to go somewhere without us and how did she get this picture that looks like our sofa?



Here is a picture of the area rug after Roxie "played" with one of the toys.



Hmm ... it might have been Andy. He looks like he is making a run to get away from the evidence.



These are the toys that are in the toy ER (emergency room) awaiting surgery before they can come back to play with us. The square green one on the left has been restuffed with the grisly remains that were left on the rug. They just don't make toys like they used to ...



Maggie sat very ladylike on the other sofa and enjoyed her toys.



This is Sammy with Red Bear. Sammy picked Red Bear out of all of the toys.



Mom realized that Sammy loves Red Bear so much that she'd better have a Red Bear 2. Here is Red Bear 1 already missing an arm thanks to Andy and Red Bear 2 who is somewhere we can't get to him. Sammy sleeps with Red Bear and carries him around. In the morning, Sammy stretches and then goes back into his crate to get Red Bear. He runs into the den and drops him on the rug before he goes outside. When Sammy comes back into the house, he picks up Red Bear and takes him to wherever they are going.



And to end this exciting entry, we have a picture of Hot Diggity. Mama Lana sent him to us from Florida! We don't get to play with him but Mom likes him so he is going to get a place of honor ... that we can't reach. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be short.



And now, the Snausages: Mom says we can have them but she gets to decide how many and when. We think she is mistaken because Grandma and Grandpa gave them to us. We are going to ask them the next time we see them. They should be able to set Mom straight!

Texas, one of our dog friends, requested pictures. We hope this satisfies him!