Two years ago I brought a pet squirrel home for the dogs. I named it Rocky (what else?). Kip and Chase loved Rocky and ran through the house swinging him about wildly. They loved the screams when they chomped down on his body. The fluffy tail was a perfect handle for tossing him into the air. A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Rocky was in bad shape. He no longer made a sound when he was body slammed against the floor. My dogs have always cherished the carcasses of their long deceased friends, but Rocky had moved from tattered to disgusting. So, I broke down and visited Cleanrun. Sure enough, I could get a Rocky replacement for under $10. Since the shipping is the same for one or for two, I ordered two replacement squirrels. Yesterday the box arrived in the big brown truck.
Chase nearly took my arm off trying to get the squirrel while I removed the tags and hanger. We’ve named him Rudy and the dogs are content with the new version of Rocky. Note two squeaker squares have already been pillaged.
My favorite thing about them is if you’re barefoot and walk over Rudy, all the little squeakers go off, and Chase comes barreling through the house to retrieve his toy. I can’t bear to throw Rocky away yet. The dogs will haul his carcass around for a few more months — I might even wash it.