Yesterday, I got a big surprise! Wen opened the door to our kitchen pantry and there, pushed way back on a shelf, was a toy that she had bought a long time ago, specifically for me. It was one of those long fish toys with a plastic bottle inside and anything with a crunchy bottle inside is my favorite kind of toy!
She tossed the toy to me and none of the other Scotties had a chance to play with it, because my jaws were clamped onto it and I wasn’t going to let go. I walked around, chomping and chewing on the toy for the longest time, until it was soaking wet, the plastic bottle inside was totally flat, and there were a few holes in the fabric cover. In other words, I was having a blast until all of a sudden, Wen noticed the sorry condition of the toy and she jumped up from the couch and grabbed it from me. The next thing I knew, my fish toy was in the trash. I guess the toy was double trashed because I trashed it first and then it ended up in the trash! Oh, well, maybe she’ll get me a new toy to trash….
I trashed my toy and now it’s in the trash.
