Upon cleaning out Bailey’s old bedroom, and by that I mean the room she used to sleep in that included her crate and some old toys, we found an old plush, stuffed beagle we used to let her play with right before we put her to bed. It was mainly to distract her a bit before we left her in her room at night, and boy did she love that stuffed animal. We’d prop it up, make it run around her, toss it across the room and she’d fetch it back, acting as if the thing was really alive and kicking. It was cute, but became unnecessary as she got older and didn’t need to sleep in that room or the crate anymore.
I’d forgotten about it until we did some cleaning and thought, wouldn’t this be a nice surprise for Bailey. So we called her over, “Hey B! Look what we found…your old friend!”
She came galloping in and instantly displayed a proper ‘sit.’
She instantly took the toy in her mouth, still covered in her dried spit from their last encounter. She looked happy, too happy…and then things turned sour for Mr. Beagle.
That’s not the friendship I remember!
Remembering the good ole days with Mr. Beagle. [Dont' they understand that once all this fun is over Mr. Beagle will be DEAD?!? Oh the horror.]
There’s something unique about the kind of love that an animal can show a person, and then there’s another kind of love that they show that’s just mind boggling. For instance, B. “loves” stuffed animals, especially this plush beagle-looking thing we have lying around. She’ll rub her head all over it, carry it through the house, lick it endlessly, roll on it and even sniff its behind. But then an awful turn of events always seems to take place. A different kind of “love” takes shape. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it, but it seems as though her favorite object of affection turns into the one thing she must obliterate! Luckily, I saved Mr. Beagle this time, but not without some battle scars…
Seems innocent enough. A little lick, a little sniff…
And then those eyes. Those sappy, innocent eyes always mean trouble is brewing.