Do you guys remember my boots? Every little rip and tear was done by me!
The other day, Fig wanted to play with them, so I decided to be nice and share. But Fig doesn't realize her strength. She puts a boot in her mouth and shakes the daylights out of it. If you're anywhere near her, you might find yourself lying in a corner of the room.
Here I am, really wanting to play, but the memory of the boot in my face causes me to be cautiously optimistic.
And then fearless Tadpole shows up to lend moral support.