Guess this might be where I picked up a nasty gnosh. In the alley.
So, I’m feeling better today. Thanks for all the good wishes and sharing stories about the nasty things YOU eat. That makes me feel better. (Elk poo?)
You remember my chipper destruction, right? So now he’s missing his tail. That’s in addition to his head. Both gone. Done. It was brutal. I have this little ritual. If We all don’t eat dinner together, and I happen to eat dinner before They do, then I just interrupt Their dinner and make Them play with me. Sorry, but I’m the Center of the Universe and that’s just how it works. One of Them will be the sucker for the evening, get up from the dinner table and come play with me in the living room. (Can you believe that?? Tee Hee! I really live the life of Riley don’t I? Have my peeps wrapped right around all 4 of my little legs!)
Anyway, that’s when the destruction happened. Last night. Ripped that tail right off of Edgar’s chipmunk.
Edgar's chipper. In three pieces.
Speaking of destruction, here’s the pizza Jazzi sent me a while ago.
My favorite pizza. With holes in it. (The toppings are on the other side.)
Now, see that pink in there? Under the rip in the fabric? That’s a squeaky steak toy. That Jazzi, she can really choose a super duper toy can’t she? When one’s destroyed, there’s another one inside! Sweet.
What You Learned Today:
- I’m feeling better from yesterday’s bout with a nasty bit.
- I love all of my playthings. Some I like to destroy. Some I don’t.
- Bye bye Mr. Chipper. And pizza guy.
- Hasta Luego. Baby.
- Hellooooooo Mr. Steak!
The Scottie Chronicles - Winston's World 
Hey, that’s MY alley!! Are you sure you got something nasty there?????? You have not seen nasty eats until you have seen some of the stuff I eat when mama takes Me to the country. I mean, we are talking GUTS. Yum-mee. She thinks it’s gross. Can you imagine?
On the other hand, I love my toys. But I don’t tear them up. In fact, I still have the original toys She gave me when she rescued me almost 3 years ago. I play with them all the time but they are still looking good. Is that the difference between boys and girls, do you think?
Nope. I rip a frisbee in half right down the middle in 30 minutes. Let Them throw THAT and yell “fetch”.
The difference between boys and girls? Probably not Emma, we are two Scotty girls and we have a toy bin full of ripped up toys. If mom threw them away, we wouldn’t have any toys. For instance, we just got another Squirrel puppet from Santa. Even though we have one from years ago, missing feet, face, and a few appendages, Marcella decided to take a chew on our new Squirrels face. Mom won’t throw it away because she can still get her hand in it and we still love to fight that little beast. Both of us tear up balls and rip the squeakers out, but mom keeps the balls because we still play with them. We have at least 3 ripped up soccor balls in our bin, we still chase them and kill them. I think our mom is a hoarder?
Hubba hubba Stuey,
Amelia and Marcella
well stu, mate, we are sure glad you had fun with your chipper! i might add – mum got me a beaver just like your chipper…and it is nearly in the same state of affairs as your decapitated chipper, boy it was fun to rip it all to shreds!
edgar
Glad your stomach is feeling better. Kendra used to eat all sorts of disgusting snacks, but she had a cast iron stomach…never any problems. Roxy is now our garbage gourmand.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Maybe that’s why I identified with Kendra (besides the fact that all of us old Scottish broads stay together). She also enjoyed an all day café that included many new experiences. Oh, yes, I’ve got a wonky beard (where I hide tidbits for later snacking)-plan ahead!
Hey Stuart, that is called the gift that keeps on giving!! BOL
Hey it lasted pretty long anyways!!
wags
Jazzi
I think me, you and Angus would get along great Stuart 🙂 We like to destroy our toys too. I think it just keeps the new toys coming 🙂 Glad to see you are feeling better.