Playing with the Moose 01/05/08
I woke up and wanted to try out some of my new toys.
The first one closest to me was the moose. I could just reach him from where I woke up.
I was chewing and shaking him
The I saw my old ducky. I like him, too. He has longer fuzz than Moosey.
Then I went back to Moosey.
Daddy wanted one of my toys. I warned him: "Daddy, those are mine." I think he was just teasing me.
He stopped, and I went back to playing with moosey.
OK. Now I want something tougher to chew on. What else is here?
Oh, look. My newest toy. The rubber tongue!
Daddy came closer. I think he wants my tongue toy.
He reached for it, but I put my paw on it.
He might have been playing, but I told him: "Daddy, my toy!"
Then we played tug-of-war.
I usually win the tug-of-war game. Daddy let go. I played some more with the tongue.
Then, I wanted my soft and fuzzy moose again.
He also has a squeaker, which I have to work to find. But I did and I made him squeak.
Then it was back to the hard rubber tongue.
I chewed away for a while. This way, on the round part.
Then I chewed the other way, on the flat part.
All that playing and chewing makes me tired.
Looks like time for some snoozing.