Randi v. Toy

I have an old old old wind up dog toy that used to bark and jump. It doesn't anymore because it's so old. It's ear is ripped open, and it's pretty darn scraggly, but I've kept it because it was one of my favorite toys. Randi saw it this evening, poised next to the overlock machine and she hasn't left the sewing room yet.




Eventually I had to move the toy up because I was afraid Randi might try to attack it. I think it's ear was ripped by a dog at a Brownie sleep over when I was like 9. I'm sure the toy is still traumatized.


Once Randi discovered the toy and its awesomeness, then Earl of course had to investigate also. Then he took it down and brought it to me.