After years of searching, Wen finally found a toy that I’m obsessed with but won’t chew up. She brought home a plush monkey with a plastic bottle and a squeaker inside that I immediately grabbed and carried around while crunching the bottle and making it squeak. I had so much fun with the monkey toy that when I eventually crushed the bottle inside, she bought me another one.
For some odd reason, I didn’t tear up either of the monkey toys like every other plush toy. Instead, I walked around with them in my mouth, enjoying every minute of crunching and squeaking. I guess that since the two monkey toys ended up with flat bottles inside from my punishing jaws, Wen brought home another brand new monkey toy for me. That was number three and I happily carried it around as per usual. The only difference was that this time, she didn’t keep an eye on me and after awhile, she noticed that there was stuffing all over the living room floor. Yep, I had chewed holes in the toy and by the time that I got caught, not only was all the stuffing out, but the crushed bottle was half way out of the monkey and you guessed it, the monkey toy went in the trash.
I flattened two monkey toys and totally destroyed the third, so I bet that’s the last toy like that I’ll get. It was fun while it lasted though.
