The Purple Bear

I loved stuffed animal toys!!!!  Love love love them!  Especially the ones with the squeakers in the middle.  I'm pretty good at killing them too.  I can get that squeaker out and kill it in just a minute or two most of the time.  Even those super cool toys with lots and lots of squeakers don't last long.  I can eat them up in an hour or so.  It is my favorite thing to do. 

But I don't know why mom won't bring me home any new stuffed toys.  I get bones and hard rubbery things sometimes.  It takes me a long time to kill a hard rubbery thing.  Sometimes almost a whole day.  Bones are ok for chewing, but they aren't much fun for playing.  I'm kind of used to not getting good toys, but then the worst unfairness ever happened.

Mom brought home a purple stuffed bear for Rocky.  And ONLY Rocky gets to play with it.  It is totally unfair.  She puts it away most of the time, and gets it out only when Rocky gets to go into his crate.  Then she locks it in the crate with him.  It is so stupid and unfair.  He doesn't even know how to play with it.  He just nibbles at it and snuggles with it, like it is his friend or something.  I bet he doesn't even know that there is a squeaker hidden in that big fat purple tummy. 

I've tried to pull it out through the bars, but no luck so far.  I've even tried to open the crate.  I think I know how to do it, but so far it isn't happening.  I rush in as soon as mom opens the crate and grab it, but she always makes me put it down.  Why, Why?  Doesn't she want to torture me?  Doesn't she love me any more?  It is pure agony to see Rocky waste that bear's potential.  Pure agony.

See how good I am at it???