A Head Scratcher

Boo has lots of cute little toys that we make readily available to her. In fact, whenever I’m putting her down to play in the floor, I always make sure to also put some of her toys in reach. She also has a pile of stuffed animals that live in the corner in her room. She does greatly enjoy crawling in there and snuggling with those animals. She sneaks off into her room to pull all her books off her shelf and snuggle with her animals several times a day.

However, what toy is it that I consistently find her crawling around with, singing/babbling to, and hugging to herself? Is it her cute stuffed animals? No. It’s a nasty old mallard duck dog toy that belongs to our 10-year-old mini schnauzer. Even when I take this gross thing away from her and give her one of her nice toys, not 5 minutes later, there she’ll be with that old stinky dog toy again. I have no idea why she is so drawn to this thing. Poor Oliver. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen him looking at Boo wistfully while she shrieks and babbles with joy while toting that ugly duck thing around. Go figure. At least she has pretty much given up messing with the dog food and water bowls lately….she just really likes her dog, I think.