[caption id="attachment_1215" align="aligncenter" width="500"] And now, squeaky toy, I lay you down to sleep. RIP little buddy.[/caption]
Tonight, we remember Mr. K's squeaky toy...for it was no ordinary squeaky toy. No, this squeaky toy was a very special one which brought lots of tail wagging time to Mr. K and hours of high-pitched noises to keep Scottie Mom and Dad alert. (Music to our ears, let me tell you...) Equipped with not one, not two, not three or four or even five but 19 squeakers, Mr. K's super squeaky toy is finally being laid to rest a mere four months after being brought into the Scottie Mom household.
It was a slow death for the super squeaky toy. The first of the 19 squeakers was punctured within a day or two of bringing the toy home. A month or so later, we were pleased to find four squeakers remained intact. We knew trouble was on the horizon for the dear super squeaky toy when Mr. K began performing surgery on the toy, extricating a broken squeaker here and there. Finally, there were only two damaged squeakers left and with as many surgery scars and puncture wounds as the poor toy had, the answer became increasingly obvious: the super squeaky toy had met its end.
And so, we lay the super squeaky toy to rest and commend it for the hero it is, having spent the four short months of its life being hunted, tugged on and ripped to pieces by a ferocious Scottie at play. Rest in peace, super squeaky toy. You certainly will be mourned and missed by Mr. K...if only for a day or so. After all, a Scottie's gotta play when a Scottie's gotta play.