Luz got me a new squeaky toy for Christmas. It’s hard to explain, but there’s just something about them . . . I 
absolutely love squeaky toys. Maybe because playing with them makes me feel like a puppy again? Good ol’ Luz! Beagle Man gave me a stocking, full to the velvet cuff, with . . . all my pill bottles. This was his idea of a joke. Way to go, B-Man. That’s the Christmas spirit. What’s got me really puzzled, though, is what I got from the boys — my brothers Matt, Greg, and Robby.
It’s this weird-looking, jagged . . . thing. Covered in carpeting that looks like the floor of my crate. A sculpture? Something for sports? A cozy place to nap? I really don’t know what to make of it.
The thing is, they’ve left it right alongside my favorite couch. Kind of in the way of where I jump up. And I heard them say to Luz, when they were leaving for the airport for Florida, “Teach Ricky how to use this thing while we’re gone.”
I mean, I appreciate the thought, but I’m kind of like, huh???
The Roof Rack Report (#roofrackreport on Twitter, for those who follow me already on @BeagleManHank) appears on Mondays, usually. Actually, whenever Beagle Man decides to give me some space . . .
I’ve had several dogs who loved squeaky toys. They always got a new rat for Christmas and always chewed off the tail before the day was over. I kind of like them myself. I “adopted” a Puffen Bird through a wild life site and have a stuffed toy animal that makes a weird noise when I push on the back. I do plan to take the course in the spring and maybe, you can even teach me how to write the kind of humor I love to read.
Cheers, Zelia