Meanwhile, poor little [formerly] deprived Boo got 3 nice new toys for Christmas.
She was so excited but couldn’t play with them all at once, so she kept picking different ones and piling the others between her arms, against her chest, just so they wouldn’t up and ‘disappear on her’, maybe.
Stuff that nearly makes ya cry.
In the shelter, she had no toys of her own, for safety reasons, maybe and for the meet and greet, they handed her a little stuffy which she loved but took it away from her when she went back to her kennel.
I’ll never forget the look on her face, when that little cheap toy was taken away.
She went from having nothing and no one to having everything, at all once.
I think she’s happy.
[and I don’t care what anyone ‘thinks of her”, from that heartbreaking toy moment on, I knew I would kill or die for her]
The spayed dogs that I had weren’t big on toys until they came out of season. Then, they each had one toy from which they were inseparable., until it was “weaned.” It wasn’t a phenomenon I was familiar with. They slept curled up with it, took it on rides and walks. Then one day, nothing. One time it was deemed weaned when Mia chewed them end off of it.