So Abby and I were doing a little shopping at Alco today, looking for a few Christmas gifts. I was in the toy section, in search of some balls (of which Alco had none, except for those nerf ones that a baby could chew through and demolish in a matter of minutes). While cruising down the baby toy aisle, I glanced to my left and saw…
Do you remember Lambchop? Sherry Lewis? I loved watching Lambchop when I was a kid. And I had a Lambchop puppet, which has likely become a mouse nest after spending 17 years in my parents basement.
Anyway, this little Lambchop squeaks, which Abby loved. The toy has a big squeaker in her belly AND each of her paws squeak, too. Abby thought it was BIG fun.
“Hmmm. I’ve never seen a squeaking Lambchop before,” I thought to myself. That’s when I noticed the words “Dog Toy” on the label.
We were already both in love with it, so I decided to get it regardless.
Besides, I kind of think it’s totally wrong for cute, innocent, little Lambchop to be a slobbery, chewed up dog toy. It was my civic duty to save her from a unfortunate future with a viscious canine. She’ll be much better off at our house…with a baby who, in all actuality, will probably chew on her just as much as a dog would.
Yep, I think Lambchop’s destiny will definitely be fulfilled.