Well the girls got a new toy this week. A Mallard. We decided he looked like a Malcolm. He didn't have a squeaker, but had stuffing that made a crinkling sound. Honey took to him immediately and was quite disgusted when Polly started to play with him as well.
Here's Honey with Malcolm. I did not stage these two photos, she really was cuddling him.
Sadly when I got back yesterday morning from a catch up with my friend Hilary, I found a scene that wouldn't have looked amiss on one of the CSI programmes.
Alas poor Malcolm he lives no more, as I found his guts all over the floor (should have taken a photo). I questioned the girls asking 'Who did this?' They were both quick to insist that they were not to blame. Then they tried to explain.
Apparently, Malcolm had said he wasn't feeling well, so Honey had given him a good
maul cuddle. He then burped and exploded. Well I doubted this explanation but their faces were blank, I think they could have got an Oscar for their performance.
A needle and thread will put Malcolm right, although I think he may suffer the same fate several more times before he will end up being gutless.
Don't forget to hug your hound/s.