Monkey Terror
For Christmas, my aunt picked out a toy monkey for Pappy which seemed appropriately rugged, with sturdy rope arms and legs. Around the same time I gave Pappy a rope chew toy. I can't help but notice that the rope chew toy has barely attracted passing attention. But put that same rope in humanoid form, and Pappy's all about tearing it limb from limb before finally eviscerating it. In just a couple of days he's reduced the monkey to one leg.
The next time I'm feeling a little faint, I'm planning on keeping a locked door between Pappy and me. I'm not sure I'm even comfortable napping around him.
6 comments:
Oh funny. Peanut will also rip rope limbs off of toys before going after a toy that is just a rope.
Oh no! I would watch your back. :)
Unless you have one length of twine coming from out the top of your head and another coming from out...well, we call it a kiester in Minnesota...I wouldn't worry.
Does any pup REALLY play with those plain rope toys? Now, rope AND a monkey. That's a toy!
The FleasGang
maybe it is the 'monkey' aspect of it? Can we hope? Both of my girls favourite toys are monkey related. (Well one is a hedgehog but we call it a monkey and she doesn't seem to know any different)
Rope = boring
Rope + monkey combination = now that's more like it!
J x
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