This week, it seems as though I am the toy terminator. Not only did I tear up my plush lobster, but when Wen gave me a big plush disc with a funky squeaker inside to play with while she mowed the lawn, I had it destroyed by the time she came back inside and she found pieces of fluffy stuffing all over the living room floor to clean up. Then, to make matters worse, we Scotties were given an inflatable beach ball to chase around and I was the first to grab it and within seconds, I had bite marks all over it and popped it. The ball immediately deflated and lost its fascination for any of us. Yep, the toy terminator is three for three and the chance that we’ll get any new toys very soon is looking kind of slim!
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