Last
week, my mom went on a business trip and brought back a stuffed moose for
Payton, not that Payton didn’t have dozens of toys already scattered around the
apartment. Since that moose has come through our door, she has not stopped
chewing it. She loves eating the antlers and she will drag it from room to room.
I feel like that crazy woman from the movie Best
In Show who is terrified when her dog’s bumble bee is lost. Heaven forbid
that moose, or her squirrels for that matter, ever get lost. It will be a
terrible day.
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