I am the grandmother of a three year old yellow lab. He is my baby, and I went to the farm with my son to bring him home with that little wiggly ball of puppy in my arms. This pup has lived with us off and on during his short life.
He lives full-time in Milwaukee now, so we see him around the holidays. He was with us this Thanksgiving weekend. And his “Gma” got to take him on walks by the river, play ball with him and attempt to hold him on her lap (all 90 lbs of him).
And like many grandkids, when it’s time to go, a favorite toy is missing. His Kong!!! Oh, no! The toy we stuff with frozen green beans and peanut butter is lost. Of course, all of the adults are searching the house for the missing toy. I’m down on my hands and knees searching under sofas and beds. I tear the living room and library apart checking between the chair cushions and under throw pillows. After a search of the backyard, it’s determined that the kong is lost and a saddened puppy and his human get into the car and drive across the state to home.
This morning, I started cleaning the guest room. Guess what I found under the comforter on the bed? Yup, a blue rubbery toy. The search for Kong is over.
2 thoughts on “Search for Kong”
poor baby had to go home without his favorite toy. did gma mail it to him?
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Not yet but I will along with a big jar of peanut butter. Lol!
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