Snoopers

This post is about Snoopers, my best stuffed dog, eternally stuck in overalls. I've had him as long as I can remember. He's been one-eyed that long, too, but I don't remember why. He probably came that way, I highly doubt I'm responsible for that misfortune. There he is, on my bed. That's me, also on my bed, and then Erin, Dad, Tara, Gary, and Aislinn on the trundle bed.

Nuala took a hankering to Snoopers, too. Not surprising. He's pretty cool for a stuffed dog. Here he is, tucked in with Scooby while driving. We'll do a safety lesson later. But, not the next day after she started playing with my dear old doggy...

...she grabbed his cute little tongue, and ripped it off!!! Yes, just yanked it from his non-existant little doggy mouth. The horror.

I could not believe it...just a little red patch left. She seemed sorry, but I don't know...she kinda looks like a tough little gangster chick trying to send me a message in this picture... "Ya see whut I'm capable of?? Open that fruit leather. Now." His tongue is just lying on the table, waiting for me to decide if he'll undergo surgery or not. Maybe I'll rename him Leper Dog and leave it at that. But, seriously? One day after playing with my best stuffed pal she rips off his tongue? Ah, well. Guess being cute does come in handy, 'cause I don't really mind that much. (DON'T tell Snoopers!)