Each morning of the day when I head over to the kitchen for my coffee, I inevitably step on something furry and squeaky, and each morning of the day it always scares me to believe that I have stepped on Coco or Calvyn, one of our dogs. It takes no more than a few quick seconds to realize that I stepped on nothing more than one of the dog’s toys….toys as in plural…many toys. Every week there seems to be another toy that sneaks into the house. Can these artificial toy forms of pet pleasure be multiplying? Hmmmmmm……well I took the time to gather all of the toys that we have for our house beasts and for a second I thought I was at the Muppet Show..nope just their toys………meet the gang…!
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by errol colon
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