All Our Children Meow and Woof: TOYS! LOTS AND LOTS OF TOYS!

All Our Children Meow and Woof

I created this blog to sort through my emotions as Finnegan, a great Irish Wolfhound, fought bone cancer for nearly 26 months. Fortunately, his battle subsided for many months and during the course of the 26 months, I shared stories about his feline siblings. On August 8, 2008, Finny passed on in my husband's and my arms. He fought the good fight and he will always have a special place in my heart. *If you have a question, please write me at finnegandog at gmail dot com.*

Wednesday, October 18, 2006


I had my fifth chemo treatment of cisplatin last Friday (the biggy one where they infuse me with so much fluids I feel like I will burst) and I now am fully recovered. I needed the weekend to relax, kick back, drink a couple cases of Guinness's but now I'm doing fine. In fact, I decided Human Mom needed to entertain me for a while so I head butted her (yes, I still can as a tripod) and semi-chased her around the room then leaned against her for a good ol' scratching session. Once that was complete, she presented to me three different fuzzy squeaky toys for my choosing.

First, she placed the really fuzzy nasty beige toy from the sale bin at Petco and squeaked it then place it in front of me.

Next, she took the moose looking fancy overpriced Lake Placid toy and squeaked that then placed it in front of me.

Finally, she grabbed the really big red dog bone (also a fancy toy) given to me by my former neighbor, Cedar and his human mom and squeaked it and then put it in front of me. (Take it easy, I know this is all fascinating stuff).

After contemplating my choices, what did I select as my toy du jour? Of course, the nasty drooly crusty really fuzzy beige toy because dogs just love disgusting things.

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