There once was a green and yellow squeak toy I used to like a lot. We did everything together: we ran around the house together, played chase together, took naps together and it even let me rip out its insides. This morning, this toy was still one of my favorites. Then, the squeaker inside it went missing. I had to put my favorite toy aside and embark on a very serious mission: track that little noise maker down.
I knew the squeaker wasn’t dead. It couldn’t be. I still heard it squeaking away. The only difference was that the squeaks weren’t coming from my toy’s tummy. At first, I thought I had finally surgically removed the squeaker (my favorite thing to do with such toys) and I had simply dropped it. I turned around and covered my tracks. It wasn’t there. I don’t understand. Where could it be? Squeak! Look, to the right. Squeak! No, no….over there by the window. Quiet now, I think I hear it…under the pillows?
I searched everywhere, friends. I was bound and determined not to let the noise maker get away. How dare it try to escape me? I set my snout to the ground and scooted my way across the floor, under each pillow on the couch and behind every possible hiding place. Nothing. Squeak! My ears shoot up. Listen closely, now. Squeak! Yes, just what I thought. It is stuck in the couch. I grab the Scottie blanket off the couch and search it thoroughly. It comes up clean. I take a pillow from the couch using my teeth and drag it to the floor. Nothing there, either. Must be stuck deeper than I thought.
I jump onto the couch and put my snout to work. The squeaker doesn’t leave much of a scent behind but I do hear a few faint squeaks. So it is here! I am on the right track, friends. I take another pillow in my teeth and fling it off the couch. This will give me better access to investigate. What’s that? Squeak! That sound didn’t come from the couch. It came from BEHIND the couch! I jump off the couch and run around the back. Squeak! There it is again. I must track this squeaker down. I go round and round but still no luck. I resume my post on the couch again, weaving my way under and on top of every single pillow in my quest.
I stop for a moment. I hear a few more squeaks. I believe I have narrowed down the search area. Thing is, the noise maker’s location is very close to a resting Scottie Mom. I must protect her. I approach her, sit down on her stomach and look at her very seriously. No, I mustn’t let on that anything is wrong so I give her a big grin and let my tongue hang out. She laughs and says you gotta love Scottie morning breath. What is that supposed to mean? I have the freshest of breath. How insulting. I turn around and get back to my quest. I hear a faint squeak. I plunge under the nearest pillow head first, leaving my tail near Scottie Mom’s face. If she didn’t like my fresh breath, imagine how much she’s going to like what’s about to come next, hehe!
Another squeak. Gosh, friends, I’m telling you: this is one of the more complex hunts I have ever been on. Since when does a squeaker escape, grow legs of its own and walk away squeaking more frequently than ever? It should be grateful I let it out of the cage that was my favorite toy’s tummy. If it is grateful, it has a funny way of showing it. Another 10 minutes or so go by and I don’t hear much else. Scottie Mom seems to be taking a snooze. Perhaps I should cuddle up with her, just in case. I’m positive the elusive squeaker is not dead but until it makes another appearance friends, I’ll be sitting here with Scottie Mom just waiting…Love, Mr. K.