If someone walked into my house right now, they would think I was a mother of a couple of spoiled toddlers instead of two Labrador Retrievers. The toys are everywhere!
When I went to bed last night, Clover was in her closet, and Cosmo was on the floor next to the bed. When I woke up (thanks Coz for being my early Sunday morning wake-up call), I had two dogs on the bed, a stuffed Coca-Cola Polar Bear, one flamingo Beanie Baby, and one stuffed pink octopus.
When I came downstairs this morning thinking about a pot of coffee, the weather report of thunderstorms later today and the timing of when I need to give Clover her “crazy pill”, I almost tripped on a stuffed snake toy and a tennis ball.
Ok. I admit my dogs have a lot of toys. They are everywhere. Clover, will on occasion, help me pick toys up and put them in the toy box. Cosmo, however, thinks its a game and as soon as I can put the toys away, he is pulling them out again.
I have one question: Who took the toys out in the middle of the night? because when I went to bed, they were safely snuggled in the toy box!
This is a photo of Clover’s oldest existing, still-stuffed, and much loved “Blue Dog” given to her when she was just a puppy by our friend Mary. Blue Dog is the only toy that Clover WILL NOT allow Cosmo to play with. Blue is pretty fragile these days, and I only give it to Clover once and a while to play with. Mostly, he lives in the downstairs closet hidden away from Cosmo.