There were the usual rubbery-squeaky things that this Airedale can demolish in seconds flat. And then there were some very interesting stuffies that honked and squeaked. Gracie and I particularly liked this one, shaped like a duck.
I tried to sneak it off the bed without Gracie seeing, but she was right there in a flash to grab it by the head. He was my favourite, until Kay unpacked the other birdies.
I don't have a picture of them, but maybe you know the ones I mean... they are round like fluff balls and look like a cardinal or a mockingbird - and they have the most captivating tweeting sound. Supposedly it sounds just like the real birds do - I love them. I love them so much that I go quite berserk and can't think of anything else when they are around. And then, when I finally get one in my mouth and they tweet and tweet... it's just heavenly.
But after the fun of the birdies and the other new toys, we both had to have a bath. And then we had to get clippered all over - which wasn't any fun at all (but it does feel lovely be rid of all that hot hair).
It's great to have Kay back and now both our people are home and that's how it should be.