A warning: the contents herein may be of a macabre nature and cause distress. If this happens please consult your best friend for some consolation.
You may remember me mentioning that I had a new companion
to play with - Teddy. He was perfect
until earlier in the year when he and I went to stay with one of my girlfriends
for a few days while the Boss & Mrs went on holiday without me! My newest girlfriend insisted on
investigating the innards of my teddy.
By the time I managed to retrieve him she had destroyed his beauty,
removing his glass eyes and instigating an appendectomy. She was eventually forgiven as she was only
young at the time and not in complete control of her exuberance but it rankled
with the Mrs who was not keen on continuously viewing a discombobulated
teddy. The Mrs was also perturbed by
some of his insides floating around the house, so eventually the Mrs took it
upon herself to find some soft velvet material to heal teddy’s hurts and return
him to his dignified status. Hence
“Bandit Teddy” evolved and I can play with him again knowing that I can be his
guide-dog and his insides are safely contained and not spilling out during our games.
Since this amazing recuperative needlework the floodgates
have opened with the Boss suggesting the Mrs could perhaps resurrect some of
his old socks with a bit of darning or turn a few collars on his favourite work
shirts – to my knowledge these items have been discretely removed from his
wardrobe with a quiet comment on the unlikelihood of this ever happening. I blame Teddy!
In this photo I have his foot secured I my soft mouth with
my paw holding down his leg so that he cannot escape. Since wearing his Zorro mask he has become a
bit of a rogue so I have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t wander
off and also to protect him from marauding girlfriends….
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