I ran after it and pounced on it a few times, playing "keep away" from Mom. That was fun!
Then I took it over into the shade of some Feather Reed Grass and tried to rip it up.
It's a real sturdy toy! I didn't rip it open, but I sure had fun making it squeak! The little dog who lives behind us heard the toy squeaking and started barking. He's left outside all day and has nothing to do.
That poor guy! I should show him my cool camo bone!
I went over to the retaining wall and struck a pose with my toy in my mouth.
The little guy out back said he'd rather be running around our yard, playing with Mom and my squeaky camo bone. I can hardly blame him. That's what I'd rather be doing, too.
How about you? What would you rather be doing right now?
Storms (capital "S", feeling a tad better now.)