Why is Squeaky Taz such an issue? Allow me to tell you the legend of Squeaky Taz.
When Oscar was a puppy we bought him all kinds of toys. He especially loved ones with squeakers. It became a game to him to see how quickly he could remove the squeaker from any toy we gave him. We ended the game when his record was mere seconds. (To this day, I feel awful because my mom made a special trip to PetSmart to get one for him, that he destroyed in less than a minute.)
One toy he didn't destroy, though, was the Squeaky Taz we bought him. We don't know why, but that one survived his wrath. Taz lost an arm, and had a puncture wound right through his belly, but still he survived and lived to tell the tale. Squeaky Taz went everywhere with him, including when we went to visit Scott's parents. However, one day Squeaky Taz went missing. We figured we accidentally left him in the hotel in E-town, but being that we didn't want Oscar to be Taz-less, we headed back to Target to get another one. He was grateful for the new Taz, but it just wasn't the same for him, for whatever reason.
He was playing with Taz one day, and I thought I was seeing double. He had two. One had two arms, one had one. It's a miracle, the one-armed Taz returned. And was quite obviously his favorite of the two. They were identical save for the battle scars one-armed Taz sported, but to Oscar, this was enough.
Over the course of the last seven years, we have tried many different toys - supposedly indestructible ones (some were, some weren't), chew toys, etc. but none have held his attention more than Taz.
When Tona entered the picture, not that she understood us, but we told her any toy was fair game except for Taz. This morning, though, she decided to test that theory.
She found Taz, and was trotting around with him in her mouth. Not squeaking him, just trotting with him. When she put him down, Oscar picked him up and started playing with him. He lost interest and she picked him back up. Oscar walked up, ever so slowly and began tugging on Taz's arm. To my amazement, Tona let him have it.
This game of back and forth went on for quite awhile until Oscar got really pissed and snapped at her. She backed off. Oscar, playing the "I'm a lap dog and you're not" card, jumped up in my lap and started squeaking Taz and staring Tona down. Then he ran across the room, Taz still in his mouth. Oh no, that big damn dog isn't going to win over him. He rules the roost and he's not going to let her forget it.
Now, do I know where one-armed Taz is? Yes I do. But Oscar just very well might kill over that one, and I don't really feel like cleaning up dog carnage today. I mean, I'm battling a sinus infection, cleaning up a dead Tona-doggie, and cleaning her blood off of Oscar, is not my idea of how to spend my day. I'll let them get the alpha dog thing completely worked out before I re-introduce one-armed Taz to the picture.
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