for love of a toy

One thing about Moose.

(As if there was only ONE THING you need to know about this creature! Consider this your lesson of the day.)

He l-o-v-e-s his toys, especially squeaky purple monster. It would be more aptly named "silent purple monster" since he has loved the squeaker right out of the thing.

The other day I heard a commotion upstairs and, upon investigation, saw this:

He is such a human sometimes. You can read his feelings in his eyes.

(Don't just stand there! Do something!)

Unfortunately, I did just stand there. It was too funny.

"PLEASE!" yelped the dog. "My TOY! It's STUCK!"

Umm, Moose, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but . . . I don't think you're going to fit.

So-close-just-one-more-inch . . .

Defeat.

Sigh.

It just breaks your heart. I was torn between teaching a lesson of perseverance or giving the guy a hand. Since it seemed unlikely he'd get it on his own, I helped him out this time. There was much dancing and singing songs of praise and thanksgiving.