Thursday, February 19, 2009
This picture was taken on August 13, 2007. The day I got Layla. Her back story is truly crazy, but that's for another time and post. Today's post is more about her duck. Her gross, stinky but very loved duck. Notice how pretty and yellow it is in the photo above. When our friend, Ms. B., brought Layla to me on this day, Layla sort of came with this duck. She took it out with her every time you took her out for the bathroom, and she tried her hardest to bring it on all walks. For our first few months together, the duck had a battery operated quacker (I'm pretty sure this was never meant to be a dog toy!). Whenever she bit on it the wrong way, it'd start to quack and scare the living day lights out of the dumb dog. She's not the brightest. Anyhow, after a few short months together, I noticed the quacker was gone. And the duck was starting to lose it's pretty yellow coat. It was full of holes and fading. Here we are, a year and a half later, and this gross duck still has a place in our home...
I hate to say it Layla, but I think your duck is on his last life. He probably won't be around much longer. Your poor mom has become disgusted enough by him, and she's willing to buy you new toys. She knows they'll never live up to your first love, but it's time. Say goodbye!