Freddy, the wiener dog, loved his duck. It made him feel like a big, tough doggie when he walked with the duck. When we had a bad thunderstorm, Freddy hid in the closet with his duck. When we out for an evening’s walk with his duck, the neighbor’s Golden Retriever puppy Tank ran into our yard. Freddy dropped his duck and started growling, barking, and pulling against his leash to get to Tank. Jeff pulled Freddy out of the way and into safety (although friendly, Tank was much, much larger than Freddy). Then, Tank saw Freddy’s duck! He grabbed it and ran with it for ten minutes while the neighborhood children screamed and chased after Tank to get the duck back to Freddy. Oh no! Never touch another dog’s toy! For the next morning’s walk, Freddy refused to take his duck. Instead, he picked a mini-pink bear. I thought we’d have to put the duck into the washing machine now that Tank touched it. But, Freddy likes his woobies filthy dirty. What to do? Would Freddy continue to shun the duck? The saga continued. Finally, we had to say good-bye to the duck. Freddy tore it apart. Bad duck. Freddy finally shook it to death. We had a moment of silence for the duck. Freddy now hates that puppy. Tank will never be forgiven for stealing Freddy’s duck.