A Friend Indeed

Rusty and Mr. Chubbles, a friendship is born

Rusty and his portable chair

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.

Mr. Chubbles has the upper hand in the wrestling match

Oh oh, I sense some stuffing redistribution coming soon

Mr. Chubbles after having lots of fun with Rusty

Mr. Chubbles after surgery

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.

Elephant, another great friend

Elephant after surgery

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?

Friendship? Or is it love?

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