So, to go to the B&B Mama and I pack 3 of Tug's favorite toys: a rope (aka booda bone), a cuz and a ball: a rainbow colored plastic-yet-springy ball whose squeaker had died some time back. Tug "kills" those squeakers pretty fast, actually. Get the picture? All silent toys.
My sister buys him a new one of the balls for his Christmas present- all fine and well- but brings it to the B&B!!!
Two days of rain, two room suite, three adult women with functioning eardrums and one TERRIER WITH A SQUEAKY TOY!!
No jury would've convicted me...
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