the squeaker is deader than a dead thing.

Replacement squeakers are the bomb-diggity.

They breathe new 'life' into even the saddest of eviscerated toys. (I keep a bag full of 'sloded stuffing for super cheap refills)

I for one am glad when the squeakie is gone.

I bought Leo a squeaky toy once. He jumped about a foot in the air the first time it squeaked. Ha! Then he ripped the squeaker out, and I was afraid he'd swallow it, so I took that away and I haven't bought him another. I *know* Percy would swallow it.

Yes, my animals only get soft toys. Otherwise, there might be 3 am animal/human petsplosion.

Tep, I am so crossing my fingers for you!

Maria, I so hope the news you got was good.

ION: dear first hour students. Not all of you. Some of you

-- If you have to always talk about how grown you are, and bitch about people telling you what to do, generally it means you're not "grown." So you have sex. So you drink. Maybe you have a job. Nice going. You can't control your temper or do your work on time. You are not grown when the only face you show me is a whiny little complaining face. The highest grade in this whole hour is an 83%.

I hope college kicks your ass between your shoulder blades next year. I hope the first time you flip a prof some "grown up attitude" you get your ass righteously chewed or thrown out. I hope that you discover that acting the fool makes you a fool.

Most of all, I hope your kids treat you the same way you treat me. Karma is a bitch, and I hope she gnaws on you a little.

Your attitude? Makes you ugly. You are not a special snowflake.

No love, Me.

he wants to grab a toy to take outside when in a pee break.

Frankie, too!

ION: dear first hour students. Not all of you. Some of you

Oh, yeah. Just cause you have a kid? Doesn't mean you're an adult. (that's directed at my trainees)

I guess he wants to show off his vast wealth and holdings to the peasant passersby.

Mr Peabody's toys end up with the dogs next door and vice verse. He will trot in, pick out a toy and go back out. I don't know if he takes them next to the chainlink fence to show off or if it's a deliberate exchange. He's gotten a nylon bone and a toy from them.

What he won't do is fetch or chase anything. I'd like to play something with him outside, but the only thing he seems to think is really fun is running away from me when I want him to come in.

Looks like my university is losing a ton of funding, and, since my contract is up at the end of the semester, I don't know if I'm going to still have a job here next year. Ugh. No decisions have been made yet, so I guess I should start applying for jobs at other schools, just in case.

Lucy was mad for dryer sheets. She didn't shred them, she tried to roll in them.

I've yet to find anything Darby is mad for, except Labs.

Oh, Hil, that sucks. I hope your contract gets renewed.

Thanks, Erin. We still don't know what the exact cut will be -- it depends on what the legislature does with the state budget.