:scratch:Mum wondered in the long run if getting me a BoBo was a good idea. I think she forgot that I might end up being pretty protective of it, but I quickly reminded her that I would be. :dontknow: As soon as she gave it to me, I kidnapped it to my crate and guarded it with all my being. NOBODY was going to take it away from me, especially my big Golden Retriever sister. Mum got very frustrated with me and had to bribe me with treats after awhile to come out of my crate. She then TOOK IT AWAY from me. She tried giving it back to me later in the evening when I was sitting on the couch with her. I didn't try to kidnap it, but just let it lay next to me. Anyway, mum wanted to share some pictures...so here I am with BoBo.
Those bobo's are fun, aren't they? Cute picture of you and yours !
We laid one Santa BoBo to rest last night. He was destuffed and desqueaked. The duck sounding squeaker was pretty weird looking. We still have 1 Santa BoBo left. They do seem to last a little bit longer than regular stuffed toys - or that may be because Berman and Lucy got about a million toys and are trying to spend quality time with each one!
Charlie, you remind me so much of my Max-angel when he was younger!
Max was good with his toys, but Rudy would get downright anti-Social. He'd get so obsessive with them that he wouldn't socialize and would get aggressive if someone would take it away. In the end, I just gave him the "Galileo" Nylabones, which he seemed to enjoy.
Bobo's days are limited now I'm afraid. I noticed stuffing floating around on the floor yesterday and when I rescued BoBo, I noticed a very small hole in him already. :dontknow: