So Maebe has pretty much recovered and things are back to whatever passes for normal around here.  Having Spring around means things are never really normal.  Crazed terrier.

AnyLoo, one of the things that happened after Maebe swallowed the chunk of toy was that the bosses gathered all our toys and gave them to the Humane Society.  So unfair.  I for one Whigle always spit out the chunks of toy I tear off.  Why I should be punished for Maebe's lack of discretion, I don't know.

I figure it will be up to me to solve this no-toy problem.  But lo, I am Lyle, SuperGenius, and I already have the problem solved.  Mostly.

The first new toys are the Tomato Patch Terrier and Miss Tomatohead.  I got the ideas from Spring, actually.  She likes to root around in the garden, which is actually a tomato patch because the tomatoes went feral and choked out all the other plants.  No problem, I don't like jalapenos much anyway.  I don't know what she does in there but she always comes out smelling like a tomato.  And Behold!  Tomatohead is born. 

I think the Tomato Patch Terrier will be a huge seller.  Or could be, anyway, except for one small problem:  The Tomato Patch Terrier is really not all that cuddly.  Will toddlers like a growling toy?  I don't.  She'll probably end up with a warning label, which I suppose means that teenagers everywhere will want one.  Aha!  Problem solved.

Miss Tomatohead will be a lot like Mr. Potatohead but furrier.  I have been trying this one out myself, so I can figure out exactly what features to include in the package.  Look!  Sleepy eyes!

@#&%*$! Lyle!  If you try to tape those things to my eyeballs one more time, I swear I will eat you alive!

Heh, heh.  Whoops.  Angry eyes!  Hahahahaha!