Sunday, February 13, 2011
"Sophie the Giraffe" teething toy, the favorite of French babies for decades. I had seen "Sophie the Giraffe" unveiled at the baby shower six months ago but she was confined behind the plastic of a gift box and therefore I was unable to ascertain the texture of the toy. Imagine my surprise when I attempted to entertain Baby Helen with Sophie and discovered that she was little more than a rubber chicken in the guise of a euro-giraffe. The rubbery skin and high-pitched squeal that emanated from Sophie were identical to those of Edward's "Baby." The difference: "Baby" costs $3.99 at Petsmart and "Sophie" goes for $29.99 at the baby boutiques (and $17.99 through the online discount sites). I will leave commentary to the loyal readers of the Red Rocket Report...
Friday, February 11, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Perhaps it was lethargy caused by the bitter cold. Perhaps it was extra pounds acquired during a hibernatory orgy. Perhaps it was a slip on an icy branch. Whatever it was, when Hank dashed out of the back door this afternoon in hot pursuit of Fatty Fatacre, our resident squirrel, Fatty was not fast enough and Hank was victorious. Adding to the horrificness of this senseless slaughter was Red Rocket's contribution to the carnage: I found him dismembering Fatty Fatacre by the back door. I am distraught that my sweet dogs have turned into squirrel murderers but I suppose this is what one gets for adopting breeds from the hunting class. I will spare readers of the Red Rocket Report the photo of Fatty's entombment in a Dillon's grocery sack. There will be no dog kisses tonight and the water bowls will be spiked with Listerine.