The Squeak-Off

"Let's play," said the Littlest Lunatic. "Okay!" replied Angie Adorable, "let's have a squeak off!"

Both LL & AA dived for the toy box and sorted through the contents. LL emerged first, bearing a leopard-printed woolly creature with a raucous squeaker buried inside. Not to be outdone, AA finally selected a toy dog with rope arms and legs, big clown-like feet, a huge nose and a different kind of squeaker.

Both dogs tore into the living room onto my cherished Oriental carpet. After all, where else would a Squeak-Off occur?

LL chomped hard and fast on her woolly plaything. EEEEKY AWWWWKY! shrieked the toy. "Pish tish," commented AA, "I can do better than that!" She bit her toy dog with all her might and the plaything howled. EEKY EEEKLE! "Not good enough," said LL. EEEEKY AWWWWWWWWKYYYYYY! GRRRRR! remarked AA. EEEKYEEEEEKLE!!!! "I'm noisier than you! Nonnie nonnie . . . !" chanted LL. "Not!" said AA. "Am too!" boasted LL. "Are not!" "Am too!" EEEEEKYYYY! AWWWWKYY! EEEKY EEEEKLE! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . !

Not to be outdone, AA rolled over onto her back, jaws still crushing the long-suffering dog with rope arms and big feet. "See, I can do this from any position!" EEEK---KYY EEEK---LE! LL zipped over onto her back, opened her jaws and . . . EEEK---COUGH! EEEK---SNORT! LL, instead of squeaking the fuzzy leopard, almost swallowed it instead. An energetic coughing fit resulted. LL finally managed to eject most of the toy leopard and sat up, snorting and gasping.

"I win the Squeak-Off!" chortled AA, looking smug.

"Did not!" snorted the sore loser, picking bits of fluff from between her teeth. "I want to do it again! I'll show you how to squeak a toy properly!" At this AA collapsed on the floor in gales of laughter. She was still howling with mirth when LL jumped her . . . !

Maureen (covering her ears)
Angie Adorable (I'm the champion!)
Littlest Lunatic (Not!)
Pifflesqueak the Toy Poodle (Could we trade them both in for new slippers?)

On 18 March 2005, Maureen writes:

We purchased a wonderful new down duvet - it's huge & light & fluffy & just sooooo comfy for sleeping. I made a great new cover for it, too. Only -- I just discovered that Angie & the Lunatic, both liberally bedecked in mud from the rains today, have burrowed under my wonderful new duvet and are sound asleep . . .

Here's the Circus, buried in my bed, aside from Pixie (Almost) Perfect the Rescue who is on the floor. Pix, despite being an Airedale, really loathes being up on the furniture! Go figure . . . .

By the way, the bed was made before the Airedales descended on it! Honest!

Now here's an ironic picture for you!
[I notice that Courtenay is leaning away from the bowl and what it says - ad].

Photograph by Inez Smillie