Lizzy's Frog

Lizzy loves toys. In fact, she enjoys them so much that I should capitalize that. She LOVES toys.

So when the Barkbox came in the mail over the weekend while the other dogs were taste testing the treats she was the one who scored the plush frog prince toy.

Froggy's "before" picture

Froggy's "after" picture

Around and around the room she threw him, squeaking away and occasionally stopping for a quick death shake and then finally settling in to de-crown him. While she was at it she also removed his arms and tag for good measure. And after she finished that job she just gummed him into a soggy mess. His body is still intact although his squeaker just rattles now instead of squeaking.

He's had a rough day and a little too much love.

Lizzy doesn't mind though. She LOVES her frog and wants to take him everywhere. I haven't been letting her take him outside and at first she always goes into a panic at being without him - throwing herself at the sliding door melodramatically. I imagine her yelling "Froooooooooggggggyyyy!"

Once she has calmed down and spent some time outside I let her back in the first thing she does is tear around the living room in a panic, looking for for her frog prince and then prancing around a bit after she finds him.

Naptime with Froggy while foster mom writes this post

Let's just say she can be a bit obsessive.

UPDATE: This post was written 24 hours ago and since that time a terrible tragedy has struck. Froggy up and disappeared!! Lizzy paced and searched frantically most of the morning (as did I) but no frog has been found. Because he was a frog prince we are pretty sure that after being sucked on by a dog for a full day so he was rehydrated by dog spit he magically turned back into a human prince and promptly left the property while Lizzy was on a potty break outside.

I tried to ease her worries by offering her an old favorite - Mr. Fox. She looked down at the fox, looked up at me, and then ran off to continue her search. I had never seen her so concerned.

But love can be fickle and when I offered her a new Hugglehound rabbit complete with crinkly ears, squeakers in every limb and a grunter in its body all thoughts of Froggy flew from her mind. She's been throwing Bunny around for 30 minutes now and is just settling down to chew his tag off.