I've bought many toys for my guys. My guys are greyhounds. Some of them like to carry them around, some like to throw them in the air and some like to gut their toys and especially anything with a squeaker.

My darling boy Dug was never really interested in toys. But he seemed to like the larger stuffed animals and he would carry them around until he found a place he was going to lay, and he would lay down with his head on the toy. He was always the perfect picture. I found the most perfect Dug toy at the Goodwill, it was a yellow duck and it was 50 cents. I knew this was going to be perfect for him because it had a nice plump body and a long neck for him to carry it. He fell in love with that duck. For many years it seemed that duck was a part of Dug. Where ever Dug laid, the Dug was laying on his paws right where he could rest his head on it. I have so many pictures of Dug and his Duck. I plan on doing sculptures of Dug with his Duck. It was such a part of him. On 09/03/10, Dug crossed the bridge. He left behind two greyhound brothers, Tiny Tim who is 7 and has lived with Dug a good part of his life, and knucklehead Father Frank 2 yrs old, who has been with us a year. Tim is definitely grieving, and Frank is so young and happy and such a rocket its hard to tell what or if he's thinking at all. Today I decided to pick up all the dog toys that were scattered around the house in prep to clean the carpets. The Duck was in the group of toys. This duck has been washed and sewed so many times and it still looks like it did when I bought it. I put all the toys in a box in the back room and held on to the duck for several minutes and had some private tears and time, then the Duck went in the box, in the bottom of the box. Several minutes later after I had left the back room, Father Frank appeared with Duck in his mouth and he brought it in the room I was in and left it at my feet. Frank is a toy gutter. But he carried the Duck carefully and brought it to me. I think he is grieving also.