Happy Friday everyone!!! So this was Buster Bolfig the other day. Isn't he just so cute??? Anyway, he always seems to know when I bring him home a new toy. I guess I just can't hide a secret. And he was right. It was a Sock Monkey.
After the reveal of the Sock Monkey, he felt the need to get the monkey off his back, where as you might of guessed, the reign of terror fell upon the poor thing........
And these are the killer feets! I thought for sure Sock Monkey would last a day, in pieces all over the abode. No rest till squeaker is dead, and out.
But don't let the killer paws fool you. They are harmless, soft and smell of corn chips. The little dog eventually tires of not ripping sock monkey to pieces....at least till another day. But fear not, will not let monkey out of site.
But at the end of the day, he really is a daddy's boy, and just wants to be snuggled.
Meanwhile, a week later, the Sock Monkey still lives.