My mom and dad bought me a chew toy many, many years ago that I absolutely loved. They used to call it my grenade. It looked a little like a short, fat turkey leg bone, or perhaps a white grenade. They paid something like $8.00 for it, and back then that was a lot of money for our family. I mean a LOT of money. I had this chew toy for, I don’t know, maybe five years? Then, for whatever reason, it was gone.
My dad tried replacing it with this $18.00 model:
No, no, no. It just isn’t the same. I know it was expensive, but so what. Does that look like a grenade? Of course not, so I’m just going to ignore it:
They even tried rubbing bacon on it to get me interested. Hey, I’m not that dense! Instead of going after this inferior chew toy, I just licked the carpeting. Give it up.
I had a high-quality nap today. I didn’t even notice the bacon placed in front of me:
NOT!!!! I scarfed it down within seconds:
Hey – da Bears won! And they looked good the whole game! Maybe there’s some hope for their season.
I love you!