Remember when Rainbow the Easter Bunny came into George’s life? If I remember correctly, at the time I was praising it both for its aesthetic appeal (which I don’t think George ever cared too much about) and its quality. Since it was made of latex, I expected it to be a life-long purchase and be practically indestructible.
Well, I was wrong. The bunny won’t last a life-time, at least not in his initial, whole-bodied form. If he survives the rubbish bin, he’ll have to live on as an invalid, because this is what he looks like now, 6 months after joining George’s toy collection:
I’m not knocking the quality of the material…After all, Rainbow’s lasted much longer than any other rubber toy considering the level of mistreatment he’s had to endure. He’s been pulled in all directions, shaken, thrown around the house, dragged around the garden, chewed, licked, kicked, you name it. This baby’s endured it all without a moan. Just the odd squeak here and there, which the whippet found hilarious.
Another toy George has managed to kill recently is his beloved rubber tug, which he’s had since he was a puppy (and was featured in our Alien post). Again, this was one strong toy, just not strong enough to survive in our house. Look what happened today:
I’m sure there was never anything wrong with these toys and that they would have lived happily ever after with another dog. It’s just that I obviously underestimated George’s destructive abilities, which seem to have no limits. Luckily, we set boundaries early on in George’s life, so he knows not to ‘kill’ anything else. Otherwise, I’d be writing my posts from a tent in the back garden.
The death of his top 2 favourite toys means that George is now left with only the Christmas cracker to play with.
He got this as a Christmas present from Brianna two years ago, and the only reason it’s lasted so long is because it has always been no. 3 down the list. Now that there’s no competition left, the cracker has suddenly jumped to no. 1 and I fear that its days are numbered. Time will tell.