This, of course, is Ralph...the guy on the right needs an introduction: it's Squeaky...if you're wondering what this is about, it's important to know that Ralph isn't really Ralph without his Squeaky toy...
When he was a puppy he carried this toy everywhere, and still does now, even though he'll be three years old in January...he has been known to take Squeaky into bed with him, softly chewing until he falls asleep; we always hope the squeak mechanism inside breaks quickly because that high-pitched sound can be very annoying late at night...sometimes Ralph cannot go outside to the bathroom without Squeaky, holding it in his mouth the entire time...or discreetly placing it at a little distance, then picking it up when he's finished...
Ralph loves to toss Squeaky down the cellar stairs, then moans until we bring it upstairs again...if a long period of time passes, he'll gaze longingly down into the cellar until it is retrieved.
If you take it away when he goes to sleep, he'll just keep staring at wherever Squeaky happens to be placed, moaning until it's back with him.
I think that Squeaky is part of his personality now...and it's weird, but there are days when he doesn't even bother with it...but should a cat go near Squeaky ,( Ralph is adamant about them not touching his toy), he will retrieve it and take it away from the cat...
Ralph's favorite game with Squeaky is to push it with his nose under a low piece of furniture so that my husband and I have to fish it out...this drives my husband crazy...
How many days has Ralph made me laugh with his antics! Those are times I'll never forget; days of pure joy, when the everyday struggles of life are forgotten and I'm a kid again.
