Shiva may no longer be the antler-anihilator she once was but we still have to work hard to keep her toys intact for longer than five minutes. Below is a picture of the alien Tuffie toy we bought for her Gotcha Day. This was taken before she first got her teeth on it.
Look, Ma! No holes!
That was two weeks ago. Today it looks more like this:
Quite impressive stitching, don't you think?
I am thrilled the toy resembles its original form. Green Alien Man has not lost a single body part in over fourteen days! It is completely unprecedented.
How did we do it?
By never allowing this:
Ensuring this stays gentle:
And if this does happen:
Doing a lot of this:
That's right, my PH can sew.
Our home is now an official safety zone for dog toys. No more will they cower in fear when we enter the store. Once word gets out, toys will be fighting for the chance to come home with us.
“Finally!” They’ll cry with glee. “A family who understands toys have feelings too!”
Don’t worry toys. There will be no more mindless violence under our watch. Shiva’s murderous ways are over.
Well, as long as we’re in the room anyway. If a toy “just happens” to fall off the shelf when we’re not around… Green Alien Man is on his own.