Man’s best friend might be dog, but who is dog’s best friend? Okay, my dog, Rusty, adores me more than any other living thing, but that’s not the same thing as being a friend. A dog needs someone he can play with when he’s bored, someone he can sit on when the floor’s cold, someone he can eviscerate when the mood strikes. For Rusty, this true friend is Mr. Chubbles.
This friendship of Rusty’s has taxed my sewing skills. I suppose it’s my own fault for donating an old stuffed toy to Rusty’s initial cache of loot. Mr. Chubbles was designed for children, not rambunctious dogs. He lasted, in tact, a surprisingly long time – a couple of weeks anyway. Then the first tear. I didn’t despair, I broke out my needle. Again and again and again. Over time the plastic surgery has taken its toll.
Chubbles (I’m not sure when the “Mr.” title appeared) used to have a face, 2 arms and a full torso. But being Rusty’s friend is a hard job. Elephant, who used to have a head, a trunk, tusks, a tail and 4 legs of approximately the same length, can attest to that.
I’m sure they love Rusty as much as I do – what’s not to love?
Rusty is a really cute dog but some friendships just don’t last very long 😉
Yes, I think he needs to work a bit on that aspect of friendship!
At least they are well loved during their short lives. 😉
Well, they’ve lived a happy and loving 9 months so far, I’m not sure how much longer my surgery skills can keep them going but you’re right, they are well loved.
I love the slow transformation of Rusty’s friends… reincarnation is like that.. lol. 🙂
As they approach Nirvana they get smaller and smaller and…. Elephant is now only 2 legs – just a few steps from ending this constant cycle of death and rebirth 🙂