Toys for boys

I like to play. A lot. I have many toys to keep me busy. Some of them used to have fuzzy guts and squeaky things inside. They don't anymore (Mommy says it's a black labrador thing -- Baby Royko's fuzzies didn't last long, either.). But I have other toys that I like a lot these days.

I told you about Crazy Guy before. He is my favorite. My Grandma Donna gave him to me when I was a little baby. She brought me a big basket of fun treats and toys. (Grandma Donna also gave me Duck. Duck has seen its better days, but he still is a fun playmate.) Here is Crazy Guy:

Isn't he funny? He squeaks and squeaks and drives my parents crazy -- but they still throw him so I can fetch him. I try to take good care of him, so he can be my friend for many years to come.

Last night, my Mommy and Daddy gave me a special present: a birdie house and birdies that used to belong to Royko. They say she was a hunter and that she liked to "hunt" birdies (and kitties and squirrels and gophers and bunnies...). Ho Ho brought this fun toy to her when she was an old lady, because he knew she couldn't chase real birdies anymore.

I have been looking at it for a long time now. It was in a room that I sometimes sneak into when Mommy isn't looking (or when Daddy forgets to close the door). Because I am a bigger boy now, they said I could play -- nicely -- with them. Wowweeeee! Here, I am looking in the birdie house hole to see what was inside.

My daddy is silly; he put Bugsy in there, too. Bugsy is too big, and bugs don't live in birdie houses. Birdies do. It was really fun: I pulled them out, Daddy put them back in (with Bugsy), then I pulled them out again. Now I see why Royko liked birdies so much.

I feel really lucky that Royko and Aunt Emma left me so many fun toys.