The household surgeon has been called in to repair the results of Rocky's lovin' on poor Gingy more than once. The prognosis has been given. Good old Gingy is not much longer for this world. You can only sew up a seam so many times before there isn't any more fabric to sew it to.
While making such a simple shape into a stuffed toy is not a big deal, making it squeak -- which is what draws Rocky to any toy-- was a difficulty I wasn't sure I could overcome. I knew, however, that somewhere, some innovative person must sell squeakers.
We found them finally. Online, they were a little more than we wanted to pay though, especially once shipping was factored in. But the more I thought about it, a vague memory surfaced of some type of dog toy that has no stuffing but only a squeaker in it and a handy opening to replace it. And then I thought that perhaps pet stores carried the replacements.
Voila. Our local Petsmart had a choice of sizes for less than $2. These are the 'large.'
Hubby donated his old seat cover that had faded in places thanks to the sun. While I felt really good about reusing it, I didn't realize that it had foam under the furry part. That made the sewing kind of difficult, especially since I didn't realize it was having difficulty until I had mostly gotten done. So he ended up with a Gumby-like head and he isn't terribly even.Meet Skunk.
Because of the fade stripe, of course. And it doesn't matter to Rocky that his head is funky or that he isn't even. As soon as he heard the squeak, he perked up. He caught Skunk on a toss and promptly carried him under the bed to get acquainted.The only problem -- it was 10:30 last night.
Lesson learned. Never give a squeak-happy dog a new toy late at night.
Unless you plan on staying up.
A while.
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