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?
"God in Heaven, please make it stop!"
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.
"Hm. This doesn't smell like a pear."
"Hey! This Swiss is squeaking!"
"I'm trying hard to not appear to be suffering mental cruelty."
My niece, Sweet Pea, turned on the TV to the Yule Log.
American classic or why Europe thinks we're idiots.
"This is mesmerizing!"
"You change that channel, I'll bite your paw off!"
