Why oh why did I do it? I bought Wendell a new squeaky toy and he is wild about it. The noise is horrendous, it gets slimy with saliva and he is constantly thrusting it into my hands. It reminds me of when my eldest son was little and my sister and her husband bought him a little train that ran around the room playing a selection of shrill tunes. After one day, I wanted to smash the ruddy thing.Being thrifty, I cannot waste the squeaky toy, so I must wait until he has broken the durable little nightmare.
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