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My New Squeaker

October 29th 2005 9:13 am
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Me: ...and while you're at the pet store, will you pick up a new squeaker for Max? He's chewed up all the others.

John: I've picked the perfect one up. He won't be able to chew the squeaker out of this one for at least a few days.

Me: Perfect!

John arrives home with Max's dog food, cookies (dog treats), and a new squeaker.

Max: Oh, oh, oh, is that a new squeaker for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!? Can I have it now? Please? Look, I'm sitting down so handsomely like mommy makes me do!??!! Come on, please can I have it?!?!? Now?!?!? WOOF!

John sets down the dog food and puts the cookies on top of the fridge (it's the only safe place in the house!). He pulls the squeaker out of the bag.

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!

At this point, Max has lost any ability to maintain stillness.

Max: It's my squeaker! Oh, give it to me! Mine! Let me have it! Aw...come on! Don't tease me anymore! I want it! Moooooooooooooooooooooom, John won't give me my squeaker!

John tosses the squeaker towards Max. Max wastes no time to grab his new squeaker.

Three days later...

Max: Mom, look at my new squeaker! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!...

Me: Max, if you don't hurry up and chew the squeaker out of that toy, I'm going to cut it out with scissors!

Max: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!...

I hear the squeak sounds fade in the distance as Max takes his squeaker outside to play with Ginger. And to think, it was my idea to get the new squeaker. Humph!

 
 

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