Thursday, July 12, 2012
twenty three
Tiny chumley decided he was feeling a little wolfy yesterday, playing quietly by my side in the morning and carefully nibbling away at his headless chipmunk toyfriend's extremities before ptooing them all aside in search of it crunchy squeaky center, which he also ptooed eventually, with tail wagging sated delight.
twenty three, mom! it takes twenty three bites to get to the crunchy center of mister chipmunk!! :)
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Is it always 23 bites? Maybe you should organize a study to come up with an industry standard then challenge the manufacturer to make toys so it's harder and harder to pull them apart.
Have a great day.
hugs, Max
my girls are the same way....chew chew chew until that squeaker is out!! Then its shredding time....stuffing everywhere! I can't believe they stuff so much stuffing inside those toys!!
Happy Thursday Baxter and friends!
oh max that is a very good idea. i wonder if i could get some toy company to sponsor my study...
hee hee happy thursday to u to mister ed and miss jill!! :)
Wow!
Only 23??
I need to try it!
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
You ARE good Baxter! We're very impressed with your talent. 23 is an excellent number.
Hugs,
Lily Belle
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