Since Mama and The Kid (AKA Domer) are off to the movies — again! — I’m manning the computer.
Santa Paws brought me a goose for Christmas! Take a look:
It’s one of those “unstuffies” that has squeakers but no innards, and Mama thought that would keep me from ripping it to shreds.
Hah! What does she know?
She’d barely opened her first present when I yanked one of its eyes right out:
And when Mama caught me trying to finish the job of blinding Goose, why, she grabbed the scissors and promptly snipped out his remaining eye. She said she didn’t want me choking on it. Personally, I think that was rather mean of her!
So shortly thereafter, I gnawed a hole in its neck — right where the “honker” is! — and this time, Mama took Goose away until she can perform a stitching operation on him (which she has yet to do — what’s the hold up, Mama??)
I guess Mama wasn’t very happy I’d failed to treat Goose with care (and neither was The Kid). But, hey, that’s what they get for coming home from the movies the first time, racing around the house like crazy things, and “shooting” each other with light sabers and pretending to be Jedi Masters (whatever those are!)
Really, I love my goose. And I miss him. He makes a nice addition to my barnyard and now I can enjoy that “Duck. Duck. Goose” game.
Santa Paws also brought me a cool rabbit and a stretchy gecko:
But by far, the bestest present was from Mama’s blogging buddy Katybeth, who sent me a fuzzy, stuffed Goose that really HONKS!
‘Tis a true friend who spots a need and does something about it — thank you, Miss Kb!! I won’t tell Santa Paws that you’ve been impersonating him!
Friends are relatives you make for yourself. ~Eustache Deschamps, medieval French poet