Today I bought Grace a guilt toy. You know, the toy you buy your pet when you leave them (maybe those of you with children do this too). Grace has been with me for 5 months, and today was the first time I left her in the care of someone else. You will all be so proud of me for not crying. I just went grocery shopping, but still. She, and I, did great for the couple of hours I was away.
But let’s get to Pink Fuzzy. With as tough as Grace is on her so-called indestructible, rubber toys, I never even considered buying her a stuffed toy. Figured it would be toast in a matter of minutes. But today, with all the grocery shopping guilt, I bought her Pink Fuzzy. I thought what the heck, let her have three minutes of fun tearing apart a stuffed toy! Here’s how it went down.
Pink Fuzzy looked nervous, while Grace looked a lot like Cheshire Cat.
She ever so gently took Fuzzy from me. She is, shall we say, more emphatic with her rubber toys.
And she was even gentle when chewing Fuzzy. Every time I looked at her or turned the camera to her, she would stop and give me this look.
Turned out she wanted some privacy with Pink Fuzzy.
Which I did not grant her. More stink eye.
So she ended up falling asleep with Pink Fuzzy next to her (although every time I turned on the camera her eyes would pop open).
It’s been a few hours and the worst thing Pink Fuzzy has suffered is to be covered in dog saliva and to be excessively snuggled.
Welcome to my world Pink Fuzzy.