I got two new stuffed toys - a Loon and Meadowlark. Both sing when I bite them and I desperately want to go out and bury them in the backyard and save them for spring. They are that wonderful. But the ground is beyond frozen and my Person won't let me bury things in the yard. Not big pieces of toast, or a wild rice bratwurst that I won after it fell off the plate, nor a nice new bone from my favorite store and certainly not my new toys. She says "Enjoy them now." She says that is her motto. Maybe if she likes that idea so much I should bury it in the backyard for her.
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