When Rusty and I met at the hotel in Weston Super Mare, his generous foster family who had been looking after him sent along not only his bed and a spare cover but also his favourite toys. Among other playthings, he has a floppy green frog which he loves. He has a ragging rope (one of those short pieces of thick cord with a knot at either end for pulling games), we have lots of fun with that.
When we did a short round of visiting some of the Millbrook glitterati at their palatial abodes, Auntie Margaret (AKA The Village Vamp) got first visiting rights and we duly invaded her living room with a large Labrador-Retriever cross.
Auntie Margaret had got a new toy for Rusty - the spoilt boy that he is - and, at first, it seemed that perhaps it wasn't quite his cup of tea. He sniffed it and largely ignored it whilst trying to avoid the attentions of Princess and Dylan, two of the VIllage Vamp's cats.
You'll have noticed that it's a soft toy ostrich. Or is it an emu? Truth be told none of us was quite certain, but we've settled on ostrich because, frankly, Rusty couldn't care less what it's supposed to represent. The simple fact of the matter is that it's become his "go to" toy of choice for almost every occasion that might call for dropping a slobbered-upon floppy fluffy thing on an unsuspecting sofa occupant. Or Mrs the Millbrooker. Or me.
Rusty definitely loves his ostrich. Thank you Auntie Margaret.



:) O lordy there's nothing like the melting brown eyes of a lab to make me smile...he is a very handsome chap.
ReplyDeleteWe call the look his "RSPCA eyes", and oh boy, does he know how to use them!
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