Visiting Hours at Squeaky Toy HospitalPosted: June 25, 2013
I really, really love my squeaky toys. This is Puppy. I’ve had Puppy since Christmas 2010. Most of my toys stay in my toy basket, but Puppy gets to sit on a very special chair in my den.
Puppy and I play almost every day.
Sometimes our play can get a little wild, but I am very pleased to tell you that Puppy has never, ever had to be admitted to Squeaky Toy Hospital.
Unfortunately, I cannot say the same thing for Cow. At some point, something happened to Cow and he had to go to Squeaky Toy Hospital. My human mommy is the chief surgeon at Squeaky Toy Hospital. Her operating skills include plastic surgery, which is a good thing for Cow because it appears as if he needed to have a little rhinoplasty. He used to have nostrils, but those were lost when he got his new nose. Other than that, I think my mommy did a fine job, don’t you?
And this is Hedgehog. Hedgehog was a gift from my Gran on my recent trip to Sugar Land, Texas. That was only a couple of weeks ago, but Hedgehog and I have played a lot since then . . .
. . . and it appears as if I have nearly decapitated Hedgehog and he has started to lose his stuffing. Time for an emergency trip to Squeaky Toy Hospital.
Last night, my mommy put her surgery skills to the test. She re-inserted Hedgehog’s stuffing and stitched his little neck back together. (Unfortunately, she is not able to repair the squeakies that I somehow manage to destroy in almost all of my toys. That’s ok.)
The procedure was such a success that Hedgehog was released immediately and felt well enough to join me for bedtime. Thanks, Mommy, for keeping my squeaky toys in tiptop shape!