Death to a "Duck"

It's a WHAT?

In its former life, it was a hedgehog we bought for Dexter when we first got the new new family members, Reba and puppy Poko.   When Dexter dislodged and destroyed the cheap plastic squeaker, he had little use for it, but was neither was he willing to share it with the new kids.

"Look mom, I killed it (again.)"

So, as I have done for all the Corgi's favorite toys, I sewed it up repeatedly.  (This being next to impossible to do while it is slick with dog slobber.)  After numerous disembowelment events and subsequent surgeries, the hedgehog eventually turned into a sort of anteater.  However, after the amputation of the anteater's front legs, it took on the appearance of a prehistoric duck.

Poko's baby teeth did not come out like they should, so our last visit to the vet included the two infamous "procedures." -- the dental work being the least painful.  Yet, one stubborn baby tooth remained annoying both him and us.  After destroying one of Phil's books (a signed first edition too), shredding numerous pieces of hardwood scraps from the wood shop floor, and gnawing holes in the front porch, back porch and the deck, Poko finally settled on playing tug-of-war with Reba -- with the hedgehog-cum-duck.  At last!!  The baby tooth came out and the duck is finally dead!   Funeral services will be private.