There is only one toy in the dog toy box that has survived Ginger's determination to kill by chewing it to death. His name is Mr. Squeaky. He's a red rubbery looking thing without a face. His big blue shoes and bow tie are surrounded by red spikey rubber hair. I bought him at the grocery store and he's been around since she was a puppy. Few can make that claim.
He makes a squeal that will arouse Ginger from a sound sleep and bring her to my feet in a nano second. Have you seen the new Toyota commercial where they're driving around calling for the dog holding the squeaky toys out the window? In the commercial, the dog keeps running. If I held Mr. Squeaky out the window she'd leap into my lap through the open car window. No question about it. Mr. Squeaky is beloved.
Mr. Squeaky has become quite adventurous lately. Last week he took a ride atop the vacuum cleaner. The vacuum terrifies Ginger. The vision of her boyfriend riding it, freaked her out. Her usual barking and screeching at the moving machine turned into an all out panic attack. Her lip quivered and tongue wagged at a frantic rhythm. She ran up and back trying valiantly to save him, unable to get close enough because of her own fear. Richard finally tired of torturing her and gave Mr. Squeaky back. She grabbed him and ran to the safety of the bedroom.
This morning as Richard tried to make the bed, he uncovered the toy deep within the covers. He set Mr. Squeaky on the frame of a picture hanging on the bedroom wall. Mayhem broke loose once Ginger spotted him. She jumped up and down but he was well out of reach. Her incessant barking forced me to save Mr. Squeaky because my ears hurt from all the noise. Once in her grip, again she retreated to safety in another room.
Where will Mr. Squeaky turn up next? Richard only knows. I know for sure however, that Ginger will rescue him no matter where he goes.
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