What gets rolled or dropped in the “play ball” hallway is pretty much what the rest of the house looks like. For safety reasons, you must walk through the house with one eye on the floor to avoid tripping and falling until I make a grand sweep of toys every other day. Bostons are all about toys.
Oh, they were very good dogs and Santa treated them well.
Bella nibbled the Santa hat off this plush toy in five minutes flat. She prefers soft, squeaky toys.
Chloe, c-c-cm’ere, it queeks!
Quiet, Bella. I’m busy. If Santa wants to give me toys suitable for a Yorkie, I need to destroy them.
Watch this, Bella. Hold and press on the stupid toy with your front feet and rip it apart with your front teeth. Don’t give up.
There. I mutilated it. One less stupid toy from Santa.
Don’t holler, Mommy.
It don’t queek no m-m-more and I didn’t do it.