Written by Daniela Torgerson
Mr. D, who is our largest four-legged child, is totally obsessed with a dolphin-shaped squeaky toy that we found at a local Walmart. My Lord, Mr. D played for hours every day with Dolphin, throwing it into the air and catching it and squeaking it to pieces. Unfortunately, poor Dolphin could only take so much abuse and fun before it began to fall apart, only held together by dog spit and air. Poor, poor Dolphin! Never again will he squeak.
Mr. D met us in the morning with this mangled corpse of a toy, and I felt horrible. We debated over coffee whether we should give the Dolphin a funeral or just throw it in the trash. That is when I got an idea to launch an international mission to find, if possible, the existence of another “Dolphin” of the same make and model. Little did I know, what a challenge I had taken on.
The Hunt Grew Long….
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. Deeper and deeper became Mr. D’s depression. The problem was becoming more complex. This toy issue needed to be fixed soon. One day about 2 months into the “Dolphin” hunt, we went to a Ross store and I found on a clearance rack a very well built squeaky toy, shaped like a football; one that he couldn’t pop and destroy in less than a second. Much to my surprise, when we showed Mr. D, he was super excited and he has since become quite a wide receiver; he can catch that football like a pro!!! And he rarely if ever will miss a catch. While the football has been a great spirit lifter, it could never replace the joy that Mr. D experienced with Dolphin.
Then one morning while still trying to wake myself (even though I was on my second cup of coffee), I happened to check eBay again and then Amazon to continue the search. There it was! I couldn’t believe my eyes! Dolphins, the same ones I had searched and searched for. Made in China and shipped from China, I didn’t care. I would have drove to China if I could have. Quickly I ordered three as fast as I could get my credit card out of my wallet. OMG, I celebrated for the day. Weeks later, we had “Dolphins” at my house.
He Couldn‘t Believe His Ears!
What happened next is for the record, one of the greatest moments in pet ownership history; I wish this was on videotape.
The following morning was just like the previous mornings. We were greeted with loving faces and wagging butts and the mutilated corpse of what now was unidentifiable to any other but us, as being a Dolphin. Mr. D gently laid the pillaged remains of his precious toy in the living room floor next to my ottoman, and head down slowly walked to his room. I slowly got up from the couch and very carefully, without being seen or heard retrieved the new Dolphin. I then returned to my coffee and put my feet on the ottoman. With the new Dolphin behind my back, I squeaked him. Down the hallway Mr. D. bounded, sliding sideways into the living room, coming to a dead stop in front of the lifeless form of the old Dolphin. And he looked at it for what seemed a full minute, then he looked at me as if to say, “How the hell did that happen, he has been dead for months.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore, laughing so hard till I cried, I gave Mr. D his new Dolphin and he hasn’t come out of his room except to eat (he always brings Dolphin with) or to play football. What a love: a dog and his toy.
Mr. D was once badly burned by an abuser. The appearance of his facial fur is simply a reflection of the healing from that injury