Price is what you pay. Value is what you get. ~ Warren Buffett
Many years ago, when Domer was just a lad, he and I went to a store to buy a toy for the new Sheltie who’d come to live with us.
Up and down the aisles we went, picking up this toy, squeaking that one. Some things we ruled out as being too hard for a wee pup’s teeth; others, we figured were too soft and flimsy for rugged play.
Domer, bless him, even back then was quick to point out some were “too expensive!”
But they who keep searching eventually will find, and so it was with us. I spied a “Clearance” box on the top shelf, and it was overflowing with goofy-looking puffy toys. Not something I’d typically choose for a pup, but I pointed it out to Domer.
“Seventy-five cents?” he read aloud. “Let’s get one!”
Did I mention it was UGLY? We really had no idea what kind of animal it was — part cat, part cartoon — and I could almost see the stuffing strewn all over the house.
We took it to the checkout line, where it rang up as being several dollars, but we assured the checker it was in a box with a clearance tag reading “75 cents” on it.
Obviously unwilling to send somebody back to confirm what we said, she shrugged and sold it to us for 75 cents.
That just might be the best 75 cents we’ve ever spent.
Dallas loves it!
He gnaws on it, tosses it in the air, catches it, runs around the house with it hanging from his mouth. He drops it on the floor, pounces at it, growls at it. And, short of pulling the stuffing out of its tail, he hasn’t strewn its innards anywhere!
He’s derived a LOT of pleasure from it. And isn’t that what a toy is supposed to do?