When Mr. Baa Baa Black Sheep goes missing and there's dog hair on the quilt, you know there's been a stuffie napping.
I'm not sure where he ended up. I'm waiting for the note requesting a 10 pound roast in a brown paper bag and no calling the cops.
Sometimes these things just happen. Just sayin' . . . it really isn't anyone's fault. Those stuffies just take off!
ReplyDeleteYour Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
It is a mystery! teehee!
ReplyDeleteThat's a pretty stiff ransom but it needs to also say if the terms aren't met the de-stuffing will began and body parts will be left around the house.
ReplyDeleteAroo to you,
Sully
Hari OM
ReplyDelete... as long as the demand isn't for lamb chops, I'm sure you will be happy to pay up
!!! YAM xx
Get that roast ready or there may be stuffie guts suddenly appearing around the house!
ReplyDeleteThat is sort of Scary.... do you suppose the SQUIRRELS have Stolen your SHEEP?
ReplyDeleteHmmm dang Blogger ate my comment. I'll try again!
ReplyDeleteHey Abby!
Wow, all I can bark is deny, deny, deny! Never fess up. Gee, I bet that roast would be tasty. Hmmmmm if you play your cards right you could have your stuffy and eat roast too.
BTW: This title made Mom spit coffee on my Mr. Dell. Just sayin'.
Grr and Woof,
Sarge, Police Commish
I would have snatched that squeaky toy right away! After all, the rules are that all the squeaky toys (and tennis balls)in this house belong to me! No questions asked!
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