There was a discount at work today, so I splurged on Ginger and bought her a new Christmas collar and toy. When I was playing with her, I realized that the toy squeaked.
Well. Do I regret that decision.
It’s an oversized squeaky tennis ball, basically, and her mouth’s too small to properly squeak it, and now she’s following me around crying until I squeak it for her.
She literally just paws at it and whines. Jesus.
I’m feeling very stream-of-conscious, so here we go.
Museum Galeries de Paléontologie et d’Anatomie Comparée