RIP, Mr. Bill. I know he still looks really good, but he no longer says "OH, NOOOOO!" He just goes "click, click, click". Mama has tried to make it better by saying "OH, NOOOOO" when I squeeze him, but it is not the same. He was my favorite toy. I even picked him out at Petco. Mama says she will get me a new one.
Yesterday, Mama and I barbecued. We really don't do it very often because Mama says it is a pain going up and down the steps to the motor home to fix the rest of the meal. We just sat outside this time and when the pork steaks were done, we went inside and fixed the rest of the meal. Makes sense, don't you think?
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| Here I am helping with the BBQ. |
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| See, I really am watching the grill. |
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| I normally sit here, but luckily my bed was on the grass when a gust of wind brought all this water off our roof. Can you imagine how surprised I would have been if I had been sitting there? |
The Greyhound Who Is Counting The Days Until He Gets A New Mr. Bill
Dana made her Mr. Bill stop talking as well. That seems to be her 'mission' though with the toys that talk. RIP Mr. Bill
ReplyDeleteMost of our toys don't squeak or talk anymore. Literally just a shell of their former selves. I bet it smelled really good watching the grill :)
ReplyDeleteJoey, I'm very glad that you helped Mama do her grilling. She couldn't have held that dog bed down on the ground by herself. How did the pork steak taste?
ReplyDeleteIf you have a Big R near you, check there for Mr. Bill. Mom just got a new one for us there last weekend. I am a big fan of cookouts. Dad usually puts some meat on for us, too!
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