Little Loaf got a new toy last Friday. It was a purple, soft, two pitched squeaker in the spitting image of one Little Loaf - if one was to be a purple soft, two pitched squeaker toy - it took about two hours before this purple, smiley face was silenced forever. Both squeaking bits located, the stomach gutted, nothing left but a floppy purple rag with a still stiff silly smile on its squeaker toy face.
Here follows the action-packed short story about the purple impersonator, from homecoming, to hide and seek, to found and almost instant mutilation ~
(yes, one knows one might be a lawnmowing session or two overdue)
And I case anyone wonders, I have long since stopped sacrificing soft stuffed squeakers to the loaf extraordinaire. This is always the not so clever deed of one M.
2 comments:
Ah, well, at least Little Loaf had fun while the toy lasted. :-)
He certainly is very hard on them, though! (Meaning he goes through them very quickly! LOL.)
A shockingly violent series of photos! Malte is very sweet even when busy with his prey.
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