I had several comments about the durability of my old toy, that fell apart…
“opps, but you had fun opening it and running with it for a bit.”
“It fell apart? We hope Santa will replace it”
“Nothing like killing a few birds with one stone there Hawk. Sorry your new toy fell apart, I don’t even get any presents because they don’t last long! Love Dolly”
“Bailie has the same problem, she gets a toy she loves but she plays with it so much it dies in a short period of time. It looked nice while it lasted!”
My editor didn’t catch, that in my excitement over my toy, that I wasn’t clear that my present was the replacement.
Above are some old photos of me retrieving my old toy from a tree where my “editor” had hidden it.
In all the photos below I’m playing with my new one that I got for Christmas.
And, in defense of the old toy, I found it washed up on the shore one day. No tellin’ how long it had been sailin’ on the water or from where. My Human washed it and let me keep it.
Y’all come on back!