Sad news in the house…..Duckie is gone.
This is Duckie. Papa brought her home from vacation with us this year.
It's been awhile since I walked into the living room and saw a site like this.
Some stuffing...a little plastic....part of a squeaker...or in this case a Quacker.
Follow the trail of parts and stuffing....to the naughty spot...where Duckie met his end.
Caught in the act.....
Poor Duckie. Moment of silence please.
"I didn't mean it.....can I have another duckie Mama?"
It almost looks like Stella's flamingo is leaping for joy....or dancing....
And then you look at his foot and realize...
Stella? Did you hurt the flamingo? ~ "No, Mama..I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, THAT flamingo. Um. Oh."
Poor little flamingo…..its’ been hobbled by a Schnoodle.
We had a Wizard of Oz moment in the house this a.m……as I was strolling through the living room….I see this…..
and immediately think of this:
Did our loveseat crush a Wicked Witch while we slept??
No, SOMEONE just pulled the leg off of a toy.....
It was determined the leg belonged to this bird..given to her by her Southern Grandparents.
From out of nowhere the other day she went on a Schnoodle Rampage and shredded the poor bird. Mama must have missed this leg when disposing of the pieces.
"I didn't do it Mama."