I bought the dogs a few things at the Dollar Tree earlier today: two fuzzy, little, squeaky dogs--a blue one for Bailey, an orange one for Bella--a package of tug of war ropes for Bailey; a mushy, rubber frog for Bella; and a pack of bones. Believe it or not, both dogs passed on the bones when I gave them the gifts. Bailey opted to run around with the blue, furry dog in his mouth. He even let me throw it for him for awhile, until the blue fuzz started to stick in his teeth. I think that I ruined the moment for him when I tried to remove the fuzz.
Bella, however, could have cared less about the fuzzy toy. All she wanted was her frog. I have been throwing the stupid thing for about two hours now, and needless to say my arm is starting to hurt. I've had to make a few adjustments to the frog as well. About thirty minutes into our game of fetch, Bella's teeth punctured a whole in the middle part of the frog. I had to take the squishy ball out of the frog's middle and patch it with a piece of duct tape. Fifteen minutes after that, she punctured another hole. Out came the duct tape again.
After another fifteen minute, the skinny pieces of tape began to leak blue goo. As such, I had to replace the two pieces of tape with bigger ones. Those pieces also eventually leaked. Frustrated by the blue goo and scared that Bella would die if she ingested it, I wrapped the entire ball in duct tape. Bella, however, didn't like the tape and tried to peel it off with her teeth. She managed to get some of the tape off and tore the frog in the process.
As I said before, I don't want to go anywhere tomorrow. I hope I can get up at the crack of dawn, find a blinker bulb at Walmart before all the crazies show up, come home, and go back to sleep. I don't want to run all day trying to find Bella a replacement toy. Consequently, I have decided that the best solution to the tape and the goo is to remove both from the equation and replace them with a tennis ball. So far, Bella seems okay with the replacement, despite the fact that as a general rule she hates tennis balls. I hope that she just doesn't wise up to the switcheroo and want the gooey mess back. Her incessant whine sounds a lot like fingernails on a chalk board after awhile, and I really need some sleep.