The Squeaky Toy - R.I.P.

There are good days and there are bad days and there are mediocre days. Today would have been a mediocre day except for one enormous highlight that outshines just about everything else.

That infernal squeaky toy or Ronnie's finally bit the dust! Or to put it more accurately, it was murdered. Done away with in cold blood. Executed. Put to death.

Killed.

Savaged to death by an unmerciful, relentless, determined and thoroughly ruthless little dog. Oh yes, Ronnie has killed the squeaky toy!!!

He's been going at it for ages, squeaking the thing all over the place whenever he managed to get hold of it. But today, the detestable item ceased to squeak. It did a Monty Python Parrot sketch! It is no more.

The squeaky toy is terminated. Deceased. Expired.

It has kicked the bucket. Popped it's cloggs. Snuffed it. Bit the dust. Gone west. Dropped dead. Has ceased to be. Become extinct. Relinquished its grip on life. Given up the ghost. Passed away. Passed on. Gasped its final breath.

The late squeaky toy is now squeakless!

Ronnie had managed to pick open the stitching and got inside at the soft filling, ripped it all out and found the plastic squeaker inside which he extraced with expert dexterity (if a dog can be described as being dexterous!). He then set about chewing the blasted thing into dozens of tiny pieces before scattering the toy's filling all over the sofa. And I watched him do it. Didn't have the heart to stop him - he was enjoying himself far too much and it would have been so unfair of me to have intervened! So the little rascal had a great time destroying the very toy he so loved to play with. How sweetly ironic!

I had to keep a straight face as I scolded him oh so seriously for making such a mess, while secretly patting him of the head and slipping him the fiver for doing the dastardly deed!

Peace at last!!!

The best stories always have a happy ending. Even though this ending is a happy one for me, poor Ronnie would now be toy-less except for one small thing. I kindly gathered up all the shredded innards of the toy and stuffed them back inside. The toy is now awaiting a quick few stitches to repair it and Ronnie will never know the difference (apart from the lack of noise).

So a happy ending for all!

Come back again soon for more Ronnie capers...