Boone has this toy duck named Winston.
Correction, Boone HAD this toy duck named Winston.
We got him a week ago. For the first few days Boone carried Winston around in his mouth like a security blanket. Wherever Boone went, he had Winston in his mouth. Wherever Boone laid to rest, there was Winston resting, too. The duck even had a quacker so that every few minutes we would hear "quack, quack!!" as Boone was squeezing the toy in his mouth. Then we came home from the doctor yesterday morning to find that Boone had been playing a little bit rough with Winston. His poor little body had been ripped apart, and his insides (cotton, go figure) were strewn all about the living room. Boone even did the service of dismembering the quacker from Winston's throat - he had set it nicely next to the shreds of fabric that used to be Winston's left wing. Poor, poor Winston.
Another $10 racked up on Boone's bill of destructive behavior.
Correction, Boone HAD this toy duck named Winston.
We got him a week ago. For the first few days Boone carried Winston around in his mouth like a security blanket. Wherever Boone went, he had Winston in his mouth. Wherever Boone laid to rest, there was Winston resting, too. The duck even had a quacker so that every few minutes we would hear "quack, quack!!" as Boone was squeezing the toy in his mouth. Then we came home from the doctor yesterday morning to find that Boone had been playing a little bit rough with Winston. His poor little body had been ripped apart, and his insides (cotton, go figure) were strewn all about the living room. Boone even did the service of dismembering the quacker from Winston's throat - he had set it nicely next to the shreds of fabric that used to be Winston's left wing. Poor, poor Winston.
Another $10 racked up on Boone's bill of destructive behavior.
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