Mr. Smalls ate Mr. Squeaky!

OK I’ll admit, just the title of this makes me smile . . . and it’s really not a laughing matter. Anyone out there who has pets, knows how involved our lives can become with them. I have a dear friend who lives out in Seattle and along with her hubby and their boxer Deuce, she also lives with Mr. Smalls. Now Smalls is a French Mastiff who weighs about a gazillion pounds and has a head bigger than a basketball! I know the size of that head because as a six-month-old he about knocked me unconscious after bounding across their back yard to say hello. I stupidly bent down to say Hi back and the two of us head butted each other . . . he simply grinned while I tried to remaining standing with those stars and little birdies circling my head!

So this morning while working diligently I received an IM from my friend. Why, yes, I can multitask while at work and never lose focus . . .OK that was for The Big D’s benefit. Anyway, her opening comment was “Mr. Smalls ate Mr. Squeaky!” So now I think you can see where I’m going with this. Smalls, while playing with his favorite toy, aka Mr. Squeaky, had gotten annoyed with Mr. Squeaky and GULP he was gone. On a positive thinking note, perhaps Smalls really loves Mr. Squeaky and this was simply an effort to get closer to him.

Now apparently Mr. Squeaky is either terrified or really likes it in there and does not want to “come out”!  So Smalls is now at the vet and they are trying to convince Mr. Squeaky to find his way out. I know this is wrong on many levels, but I did have to ask my friend if Smalls squeaked now when you press on his stomach! The answer, sadly, is no. Hopefully this situation will pass . . . literally . . . without too much trauma. Stay tuned for updates on Mr. Smalls and Mr. Squeaky!