Dogs A Plenty

OK, I know I already posted today, but I have a funny and brief story.

I have slowly been cleaning my old room at the farm, and I just unpacked some stuff including some of my childhood toys. I put my favorite doll in my room, leaning on my bed frame. This morning when my mom was hanging something up in my room after I had left for church, Reggie (my dog) saw Molly (my doll) sitting there. He got really upset and started barking because he thought it was a person. My doll is only 18 inches tall and really doesn't act like a person, in fact she just sits there. I love Reggie he is just so silly and sweet. The perfect name sake for Reginald Barclay of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

Well, now that I have started, why make this a short post. Reggie is one of those dogs that finds untold enjoyment in gutting toys. When ever we get him a new stuffed toy (which isn't very often the way he goes through them) he has it opened and de-stuffed in a matter of minutes. He then proceeds to "kill" and shred the remains of this poor stuffed toy.

Reggie is also a dog that needs something to do or he will start shredding household items. So my mom decided that it would probably be cheaper just to get him a couple of the expensive and supposedly indestructible toys. He now as three that he has yet to put of substantial dent in. The only problem with these toys is that they are very heavy. You can hear them being thrown down the stairs (one of Reggie's favorite past times) and pushed off the couch (also one of his favorites, especially when Co-co is the one that is playing with said toy).

Even with all these exciting toys, Reggie's favorite is still the LASER. My mom can barely go to the cupboard that she keeps it in with out the excited spinning of my dog and the squeaking of the other. In fact we can't even say the word "laser" without putting him into a state of excitement. One of good things about the nice weather is that Reggie can "laser" outside. We run it from one end of the yard to the other going up on the fence both ways. Reggie can hardly contain himself and there is much squealing and barreling head first into Co-co.


Cheers!

Your Literary Junkophile. (Reggie's mother)


Amendment 1: Now, I'm sure that you all know as much about my dog as you could ever hope for.

Amendment 2: Did I mention that Reggie is a miniature dachshund. He only weighs about 10 pounds, and is cute as a button.