My new squeaky . . .eh . . . er. . . "sister" has arrived. They are calling her Zowie. Here is a picture of me showing her the Male 1973 Sleeping Model. She seems to like it.
Looks like someone punched her in the eye! It wasn't me. . .maybe. . . . And what's with that dorky grin? I didn't have that kind of dorky grin when I was that young.
I'm not quite sure how I feel. I like having my very own squeaky to play with. She's soft and quick and she squeaks when I bite her. But she bites me, too! Ouch! And she also steals my toys and drinks my water and tries to eat my food!!! Hummmph! How am I going to have another hunger strike if she keeps eating my food?!?!
Here's a picture of her messing with my basket of squeakies. Can you imagine? A squeaky. . . messing with MY basket of squeakies?
John and Kelly took her to the vet today to see Dr. Evans. They took me along for the ride. At first I thought. . .wow, what a great visit to the vet. I get to watch them torture the new Zowie squeaky. But then, something terrible happened, Zowie fell asleep and the next thing I knew, I had a probe up my tuckus and a needle in my arm. Apparently I. . .ME. . MR. OZZIE was the actual husky with the vet appointment. The squeaky just got to go for a visit.
Well. . this is what she looks like.
Do you think she's really staying? Or is this just some kind of joke?