Images from the menagerie

[bronwynrh]

After the sad demise of Booda the Hedgehog, and the Christmas slaying of Harry the Hedgehog, I discovered Wrigley in the midst of slaying Mr. Quackers (a.k.a. Millie the Mallard, whose quacks, by the way, were silenced somewhere around New Year's Day). Poor Mr. Quackers.



Hard to imagine this (formerly) adorable little thing has turned into such a vicious slayer of stuffed toys.


Christie is home. This is where her ashes are, for now. I want to find a pretty box for her. One that will hold her picture. . . she was so beautiful, I want to always be able to see her face.



My beautiful girl.

Comments

[kendokamel.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[limecrete.livejournal.com]

That dog needs to be scientifically classified as the cutest thing ever.

[bramey.livejournal.com]

She is pretty damned cute. Which is why I don't throw her against the walls when she repeatedly leaves "deposits" all over the ground floor.

I'm telling you, Cute is a survival mechanism.

[thatthingido.livejournal.com]

It she a pug?

I'm telling you, Cute is a survival mechanism.

Yep. It's helped me out on more than one occassion. :)
(Not that I eat stuffed animals but it gets me stuff and sometimes gets me out of trouble.)

I have a stuffed mallard too. It's a TY Beanie Buddies duck. It came with the name Jake.

[bramey.livejournal.com]

Yes, she's a pug. And mom tells me that today, she caught Wrigley chewing a nice chunk out of one of my brand new dining-room chairs.

I know she's teething, but damn!

I'm going to have to follow her around with her rope toy. "No, don't chew that, chew this!"

[thatthingido.livejournal.com]

I heart pugs.