She tends to kill the squeakers in most toys. Some toys she has destroyed until there is nothing left but a pile of fluff and the shredded outer layer of some cute little animal.
But, there is one toy that has stood the test of time. I introduce you to Suspicious Chicken:
Poor Suspish has been through the ringer. His right leg is just about to fall off. He's dirtier than dirt. And yet, he keeps on smiling. He's been Rockett's favorite toy for a few years now. When we come home, she goes to get him and carries him around until she calms down. A few months ago, this meant she took him outside with her and dumped him behind the shed.
We've been afraid to go behind the shed, as we think evil monsters live back there. We're pretty sure Rockett missed Suspish. He was her favorite baby to nibble.
So, mama took things into her own hands. No, I didn't go behind the scary shed. I ordered a new Suspicious Chicken and it arrived today. Check out the difference:
She found the squeaker, and is nibbling away.
Brave Sir went out and found the original Suspish, and we'll wash him up and reintroduce him to the mix. I feel bad just retiring him with no fanfare. "Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold."
Well, maybe one is dirty and the other clean......