Seeing as Moose rapidly tore through his lion and then subsequently an elephant (so quickly, I didn’t even get to take a picture of it)… we finally broke out his squeaky beaver. All plump and furry, he couldn’t help but nuzzle the hell out it. Almost two days in he hasn’t even disrupted a moist little hair on his snuggle buddy.
Of course, he is still prancing to and fro with it, placing it on his pillow and even setting it right next to his food dish when he eats–which is incredibly gross seeing as much as that dog drools and drops when he eats. I had initially thought that the beaver wouldn’t make its debut until close to the civil war, but with those sorrowful brown eyes peeking up at me from underneath his cockeyed ear… how could I say no. Plus, I’ll get some pre-civil war game pictures of a Great Dane mauling a beaver. Christmas comes early: