Footie

This is my all time favourite squeaky toy…My Footie.
It has outlasted all other toys with the runner up being “C U Later Alligator” which was a present from a lovely lady Blipper but succumbed to Laryngitis some time ago. The Alligator NOT the lady...OK?

The Boss really likes my Footie as it is soft, so if thrown inaccurately (often) no damage results and if his eye is really in he can throw it from the living room right in to the kitchen at the other end of the house. (not a big house…OK?) which makes for a frantic retrieval along with enough noise to drown out that spectacular news story that was developing on TV. There do not seem to be many of these with dogs in them except bad ones where really nasty breeds owned usually by appropriate people attack some little kid or other unsuspecting person. You can do jail time for a dog attack here but I can’t help thinking that making some breeds un-ownable in the first place would be better but there you are. There was a dog here, complete with agro studded collar, that tended to wander about and The Boss would take me across the opposite side of the street to dodge it but he (The Boss) mentioned it to the Dog patrol bloke and we haven’t seen it since. Glad about that.
I am NOT allowed to wander around and other dogs shouldn’t be either.

Christmas is starting to bite (rather than the dog) and The Boss has been spending a lot of time feeding sheets of card into his art printer. This production will be re-enacted later in the month for your enjoyment which is good ‘Cos it usually involves bribes and I am totally corruptible when called upon to uphold photographic projects.

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