A day in the life of Wally

After the dogs chewed up their stuffed squirrel (which lasted months, by the way), we decided to get them another one. Except they were all out of squirrels, so we had to get a beaver instead. Since we live just off Beaver Ave. in the Beaverdale neighborhood it seemed appropriate. We called him Wally.

The dogs loooove Wally. When we first got him he was immediately lost in the yard for a few days. Then Sadie came in one day with Wally hanging out of her mouth by the tail.

When he’s around, they wrestle and roll and fight over him.

And that’s a good thing. Because afterward we end up with dogs that can barely keep their eyes open.

Thanks, Wally. You rock.