![]() I strive to have an inverse relationship with sadness and happiness. More specifically, the less sadness, the better. More importantly, sharing happiness, even smiles, is destined to markedly improve someone’s day. I’m grateful to my friend, Shauna Bowling, who introduced me to BarkPost several months back. She knows I love anything of a pooch nature. Here is a snippet from a recent post... Welcome to Thank Dog It's Friday (TDIF!), when we dig up our goofiest, most ridiculous stories, just for you. If things don’t get weird, we’re doing something wrong. This week: a slightly over-dramatic reflection on the toys we lost this year. ~ Think your friends would love what we dig up? Refer them to BarkPost Email If your dog is like the BarkPost dogs, you’ve noticed that treasured toys have a way of getting, well, destroyed. There’s a couple ways you can react when your pup’s favorite toy bites the dust. Personally, we’re big fans of going the melodramatic, over-the-top route with this sorta thing. With Andy, it’s all about the toys. He can Walk On By treat after treat if there is a toy within eyesight (Thank heavens for Zoey, who is furrever on ‘treat’ duty). Andy can demolish a toy in mere moments - no matter how well advertised the product is for doggability. I know he is not in isolation with this doggedly determined style of destruction. I enjoy comments and photos sent to me by my SFAM, Peg Cole. Like me, she has two beautiful Black Labradors, Indy and Tony. In my mind, Tony and Andy are BFAM - as they share a similar Modus operandi--a penchant for pulverizing their pooch possessions. So, in answer to BarkPosts post, I react in a mellow-dramatic manner when my mutt mangles his material matters, and I’m often moved to a vocalization of song at an actual or pictorial rendition of the dirty, dawgy deed. Here are some examples. Thanks to Peg for providing the giggles in the photos she sent. Click on any of the blue links to take a musical journey inside mar’s head. I Fall to Pieces, just as soulfully as Patsy Cline (well I think so!) when I see a before-and-after shot like this. Mr. Beaver, you never stood a chance, but I think you knew that. One Way or Another these dawgs sniff down what they know exists. Personally, I’ve been on so many guilt trips I could fill a passport book. According to Peg, “Tony is begging for Mr. Dinkleman, which is on the shelf where he can't reach it. Dinkleman is in the toy protection program.” "I know you're in there, Mr. Dinkleman..." Image via Peg Cole of In The world Clearly this young man Ain't Too Proud to Beg. Peg wrote me: “The funny thing about Mr. Beaver was that I cut off the mostly undamaged head thinking I would sew it onto a new body in denim. Tony spotted it on my sewing table and sat begging for the head of Mr. Beaver until I realized what he wanted.” I’m a lover, not a killer (Tony) Image via Peg Cole of In The World When Andy saw this, a lightbulb went off. The Sick Toy Hospital (aka the floor of our hall closet) had been established long before his time, under the reign of Aunt Baby, who fancied herself a nurse (albeit a homicidal one) where her toys were concerned. Now convinced that his tattered things belong in the Toy Protection Program, Andy allowed the following shot of recent remnants, revealed to be BITS of a bone, PIECES of Miss Pumpkin and SCRAPS of Mr. Shark, and unable to be resuscitated and shown, before the victims were transported to Texas (Oops! I’ve already said too much! You didn’t hear this from me...) Falling to pieces... ShoutOutsUntil next week, please smile often at unexpected, even sweet, moments in life.
Hugs, mar
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paula
3/22/2017 07:32:21 am
This cleverly written post has me smiling ear to ear! I enjoy hearing your pooch pondering! Sounds like you & Peg have a couple of active teens on your hands. Can't help but love 'em.
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Peg
3/22/2017 08:58:56 am
Oh, Maria, I laughed again seeing these unfortunate victims of Tony's darker side. How I wish I'd taken before pictures of the residents in our own Toy Hospital (cabinet under the Treat Zone). There's Dino the dinosaur, Skunk Man, Mr. Bunny and several ancestors of Mr. Beaver along with a host of others who held on for as long as they could. Kitty, who finally became Kitty Blob was discarded after many repairs along with Oscar the Octopus who transitioned into Starfish. It's laughable to watch Tony waiting as I sew the legs and ears of his precious toys back on and stitch up their wounds. His patience is inspiring.
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Dear Mareer,
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The innocence on Andy's face tells a story. He can't help loving his toys to pieces.
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Mike
3/22/2017 05:47:16 pm
Hello mar - thanks for the smiles.
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Paula, I love the thought of this making you smile from ear to ear.
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Dear Maria,
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Genna East
3/28/2017 04:25:03 pm
I loved, this Maria. The "I Fall to Pieces," and "The Toy Protection Program" are so darned cute. And who hasn't parented a beautiful canine family member that destroys toys, then clings to their remnants as if to say, "I don't care what it looks like, it's still mine.."? Many thanks to Peg for her contributions. Hugs.
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Shauna
4/19/2017 04:50:49 pm
You'd think doggie toys would be a little more durable. Then again, I'm sure half the fun is tearing them apart, much to their humans' chagrin!
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