Thursday, January 20, 2011

JuJu Sock Monkey

Mom and I were playing with my AWESOME new Air Kong football the other day. Dad obviously doesn’t know the name of this toy because he just calls it the cause of all his headaches.  I’ve mentioned how awesome my new football is on my Facebook page, but haven’t talked about it here yet.

This is the BEST squeaky toy ever invented (so far…) You wanna know why? I haven’t been able to break the squeaker yet and I’ve had it for four days! Mom tells me that it seems my mission in life is to find a way to break the squeaker in my new toys in less than 20 minutes. Since I’m goal oriented like my mom, I’ve yet to find a squeaky toy that I haven’t obliterated in record time. It’s not that I WANT to break the squeaky toy, it’s that I love squeaking it so much that it breaks from over-squeaking.

After I break the squeaker, all I hear is pop…crunch…pop…pop…crunch. That’s no fun at all. Mom even bought some replacement squeakers for me to put in toys that I’ve broken hoping that they were more sturdy. Mom was wrong, and it gave me a big case of the sads.

Anywoof, Mom recorded me squeaking my new Air Kong so my friends would see how much fun it is:

Lots of my friends watched the video and started looking around for their squeaky toy. My friend, JuJu Sock Monkey’s mom and dad took a video of JuJu watching my video:

I don’t want to sound like I have a big head or anything, but I think I’ve just acquired my first groupie! What do I do now? Mom tells me that she’s heard stories of groupies and she’ll have none of that. She’s a real buzz kill. Really.