Meet Paige's new friend, Gator. Well, friend might be stretching it a bit.
Paige has never been a destructive dog. Even in her puppy stage she didn't chew things up. And now, as an adult, she takes treats politely from our fingers.
I know, cowboy up.
Her vast array of stuffed, furry toys has remained intact through growling fits and mouth shakes for which B-man and I provide the dialogue:
Why, I'll shake your ass good, stupid hedgehog!
Take that, you idiot tiger!
Entertainment is cheap at our house.
But for some reason, Gator has brought out the worst in Paige and he (we know it's a 'he' because B-man looked) ended up in emergency, stitch-him-back-up surgery after being split open.
Not just once, but twice. Paige denies it, of course, but the evidence is clear.
|I didn't do it...for realsies|
With Gator fresh out of post-op, we're watching Paige to see just what it is about him that pisses her off. Okay, he's green, but what else? Together, we decide a little surveillance is in order.
|What? Gator makes a nice pillow|
|I feel so misunderstood|
|Hey, how did Gator get outside?|
|I'll be right here watching for the perp|
Gee, thanks 'O.J.' but we're pretty clear on the identity of the 'perp.'
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