There are certain toys that we hold very dear to our hearts...Green Frog is one great example. It's small but durable - with a squeeker in the tummy, and legs that are stuffed with krinkle paper. Even though I love playing with Green Frog, Patches is particularly over-protective of him, and always gets into my space to steal him away.
I've got Green Frog, na, na, na, na, naaaaa, na! And, yum...he tastes like chicken! Give me 2 minutes alone and I will have this thing completely disected.
Sparky! Be gentle!!! I'm sick of you destroying every single stuffie and chewie we own...now, give me that.
Wait, I had that first Patchy!
It's a good thing I haven't had my manicure yet, which enabled me to get a good grasp on Green Frog with my paws.
Alas, my hold wasn't as strong as it once was, and Patches got Green Frog away from my manly grasp. Then in a show of brute strength (and a little humiliation), Patches bit me on my nose!
All's fair in love and war when you have a little brother to watch over. I let him get off easy this time - but I'm totally watching my back...some Beagliers can not be trusted.