Riley hadn’t gotten a new toy recently. So he decided to find one on his own.
We had a Homer Simpson stuffed doll lying on the kitchen table. One of us had found it while cleaning out the basement. My husband decided that he wanted to keep it. He likes The Simpsons, and I had won it while playing skee ball one summer at Hershey Park. Unfortunately, he didn’t keep it for all that long.
It was just two days from discovery to destruction…
As you can see in the photos, Riley was really pleased with his new toy. He ran through the house, Homer firmly in his mouth, exhibiting the pure joy that only a new-found toy can bring to a pup.
Riley was happy that we put it on the kitchen table. Why? Because while he used to be too short, he has now grown enough so that he can easily reach up there with his face. (Great. Just great.) We think he believes we create challenges for him to help him learn. Um, believe me, we don’t.
Before I even knew that he had the doll, Riley had destroyed Homer’s face. Then he went for the arms. Then the chest. Homer had no face and no fingerprints. Was this a Mob Dog hit? Was our sweet little boy really the Dog Father?
The evidence lay strewn around the living room – little white balls of stuffing that illustrated the crime scene. I should call CSI Dogs to come in and investigate.
One good thing came of this – our kitchen could now be featured in Better Homes and Gardens. Because the tabletop will always be kept clean.
D’oh!