The Lame Adventures family dog, Thurber, is suffering. Everything he got squeaks. In fact, he did not seem like his usual perky self when I suggested:
Me: Next year I’m gonna get you a squeaking Excedrin, Little Guy! What do you think of that?
At Target, my sister found the equivalent of a Harry & David sampler with a squeaking sausage, pear, Swiss cheese, cheesy ball and bag of crunchy cashew nuts. I gifted him with the purple squeaking duck.
My niece, Sweet Pea, turned on the TV to the Yule Log.