Ellie, who can be often times found half out of her sweater, has an OCD obsession with 3 latex dog toys. 1 pig, 1 fish and 1 chicken. On any given day, she can be seen carrying any of them or all of them in her mouth. Each latex toy has a built in squeaker that Ellie can control by clamping down causing air to be released from the small hole at the pig, chicken and fish butt. Those of you who have dogs can understand the high pitch frequency those squeakers can cause. It’s like an SSSUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAKK.
The pig and fish were a gift to my dogs from my small neighbor, one for each them. Presley quickly realized that she is not a fan of latex toys and opted to not play it. She much more enjoys a soft and floppy toy that she can pull apart and eat the stuffing. Ellie adopted the pig into her family of latex toys. I’m not sure where we got the chicken, but you’d think that having a pig and fish would be enough.
Ellie used to strongly favor the pig. She is able to fit her whole mouth around it’s belly and has pretty much worn it thin. You can see a clear difference in coloring between the head and butt of the pig and it’s belly. More recently, she started carrying around the fish more. Squeaking it, throwing it in the air, chasing it. Let’s discussing chasing it. When it comes to any of Ellie’s latex toys, she takes on an almost retriever like quality. Ellie has no problem dropping her latex of choice at your feet, sit, stare, stretch, tap and eventually groan for you to throw it. You try to postpone reaching down to throw this toy for as long as possible, but sooner or later you get tired of listening to the groaning and give it; exactly according to her plan.
The fish works best because you can grab it by the tail, shake it a few times, make it squeak a bit and throw it as hard as you can across the house. It’s times like these that I wish my house was longer. It would take Ellie longer to retrieve it, return it and wait for a repeat. This retrieve, return, throw and repeat is an endless pattern that I must endure for hours and hours, day and night.
I’m thankful that Ellie doesn’t bring her latex to bed, but don’t you know, first thing in the morning, after a good long stretch, she is right out the bedroom door and right to the latex – never fails; no matter where she leaves it, she remembers, finds it, and brings it right to your feet, even if those feet are on the bathroom floor, while your drying your hair.
The pig and fish were a gift to my dogs from my small neighbor, one for each them. Presley quickly realized that she is not a fan of latex toys and opted to not play it. She much more enjoys a soft and floppy toy that she can pull apart and eat the stuffing. Ellie adopted the pig into her family of latex toys. I’m not sure where we got the chicken, but you’d think that having a pig and fish would be enough.
Ellie used to strongly favor the pig. She is able to fit her whole mouth around it’s belly and has pretty much worn it thin. You can see a clear difference in coloring between the head and butt of the pig and it’s belly. More recently, she started carrying around the fish more. Squeaking it, throwing it in the air, chasing it. Let’s discussing chasing it. When it comes to any of Ellie’s latex toys, she takes on an almost retriever like quality. Ellie has no problem dropping her latex of choice at your feet, sit, stare, stretch, tap and eventually groan for you to throw it. You try to postpone reaching down to throw this toy for as long as possible, but sooner or later you get tired of listening to the groaning and give it; exactly according to her plan.
The fish works best because you can grab it by the tail, shake it a few times, make it squeak a bit and throw it as hard as you can across the house. It’s times like these that I wish my house was longer. It would take Ellie longer to retrieve it, return it and wait for a repeat. This retrieve, return, throw and repeat is an endless pattern that I must endure for hours and hours, day and night.
I’m thankful that Ellie doesn’t bring her latex to bed, but don’t you know, first thing in the morning, after a good long stretch, she is right out the bedroom door and right to the latex – never fails; no matter where she leaves it, she remembers, finds it, and brings it right to your feet, even if those feet are on the bathroom floor, while your drying your hair.
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