After brutally torturing and dismembering his faithful stuffed Nelly, young master Wendell has finally succeeded in killing the poor thing. All fluffy toys are now banned and Wendell must make do with his rubber chicken. Not that this is a hardship for him, for he loves shaking that, as well as biting, throwing and trying to decapitate it. Already he has a dual personality. When he is playing, he is fearless and determined. At all other times, he is a soppy, foolish little puppy. I love both sides to him. Not long now before I can socialise him; I can’t wait. Pen.
Wendell is a typical Terror... I mean Terrier! It is so annoying having to pick up all the stuffing from off the carpet, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI only leave the toys mine don't chew up around the floor... Stuffed toys are reserved for when *I* play with them.
I am so glad you are enjoying him so much... That's what it's all about. BTW, how are the cats taking this intrusion on their home?