mine, mine, mine

The toys were getting ratty looking and most of the squeak was gone so we visited the doggy store and stocked up. For Bear it's all about squeak. Liza just wants to do brain surgery on anything soft and furry while Hobo is just unknown. Brought home the goods and while squeaking them to gauge reactions a little voice was heard... "Toby.. come here, Toby..come here" :) Bear is happily squeaking away, Liza is busy tossing and playing while waiting for the kill and Hobo is just dancing with his hippo and trotting around.. life is good in dog dom town.