Squirrel and Lamb died a horrible death just yesterday. Oy.
And, with the exception of the rope and ball toy, the no longer whole wishbone thing and the rope rose on the bottom row, every single one of them were with us and totally ignored by Tigger the Dog and Morgan the Dog for years and years before meeting their deadly, very moist end this week.
And, to make it worse, the dogs now are working in teams to destroy everything we have.
Anyone want a dog? Or two? Or three?
Who am I kidding? I just told you - showed you all the damage they can do in a very short amount of time. No one is going to want to take that on. UGH.
Anyone want to adopt a middle-aged woman with emotional issues to their dog-free home? I'm quiet and don't take up much space and I only chew on my food and my regrets...