She killed Taz!

For those of you following my saga of posts, you know I sometimes refer to my Ozzie’s overprotective “Tasmanian Devil” impersonation. So, I was very excited when he received a cute little stuffed animal that resembled the beast. Ozzie for his part was just excited he could squeak it by pushing his little face into the toy hard against the floor, the bed, and Mama! It’s the little things that make him happy. Well, I’ve been recuperating at my mother’s with Ozzie as well as my mom’s dog, Bella. Bella and Ozzie have typical sibling rivalry complaints, but really do like each other. Bella knows better than to ever touch Ozzie’s Bear, but anything else is fair game in her eyes, so I make a point of bringing rubber toys most of the time to discourage her evisceration of them, such is her joy and skill. She can de-squeak and de-stuff any toy in five undisturbed minutes.

I thought I’d be safe with three disposable toys, two rubber toys, a chew bone, his Bear, and one favorite stuffed friend I would monitor and protect from her salivating jaws. As the days passed, we would find the tell tale signs. Not one, but two, then three scattered remains of stuffing and squeakers, leading to the skinned remains of a once vital furry friend.

She turned her nose up at the rubber toys since their squeakers were long gone, although she loved his chew bone and hid it from him regularly. Two weeks went by and I’d managed to protect Taz from the she-demon along with Bear, but that didn’t last.

Coming home, my mother informed me Bella had killed another toy. She held out the remains of a honker I knew was once Taz’s. His carcass had been added to Bella’s basket of flattened toys, unbeknownst to Ozzie. Ozzie knows the names of all his toys and will retrieve them when asked, so when I blurted out “She killed Taz?” Ozzie came running, hot on the trail of his friend.

I retrieved Taz’s thin ripped body from the basket and Ozzie grabbed him from me, running to the kitchen. Laying the skinned friend down, Ozzie began to press his flat face, nose first into the fake fur, expected the rewarding honk as always before, but there was no honk. Ozzie looked up at me and back at his friend. Again, he tried to administer CPR to his little friend, receiving nothing but silence in answer.

When Ozzie looked up at me this time it was as if to say, “What’s wrong with him Mama?” I said “I’m sorry Boo Boo, Bella killed him”. Ozzie left poor Taz dead on the floor and went to beat up Bear. #ozzie #michelenimtz