Once upon a time, Wen gave us Scotties the neatest plush donut toy. She put it on the floor and I grabbed the donut and chomped on it and it made a really loud squeak. I tossed the donut and caught it and I whirled around as I bit it over and over to make it squeak. I liked the toy so much that I gave a warning growl if any of my sisters got near it. Never had I ever had so much fun playing with a toy. That donut was just the best thing ever and I ran around squeaking it incessantly, which was highly unusual for me.
Finally, I left the donut on the floor and went to get a drink of water and when I came back to grab the toy, Sadie had nabbed it and she had already chewed holes in it, destroyed the squeaker, and Wen had to put it in the trash. What had been the best day had all of a sudden become a sad day for me and what was left of the donut toy. I can only hope that Wen realized how much fun I was having with the toy and that some day, she will bring another donut home. Until then, we’re sadly the no donut zone.
