Since he was too young to name them, we came up w/ the fabulous names of "Big Dog" & "Little Dog."
They came attached to eachother, but quickly found their own independence. Little Dog became a bedtime favourite, Big Dog became an all-time favourite. 
Big Dog was afraid of the big wide world outdoors, so he never left the confines of his house, except when we moved, then he rode along in the car, but never ventured outside either (phobias run deep).
When Asher was about 1 year old, Big Dog spent one morning at the "spa" (Otherwise known as the confines of the washing machine) His care instructions said to hand wash him, but I wasn't confident that puke would come out by hand, so he took a spin in the washer.
Lately both Big Dog & Little Dog have been looking a bit bedraggled, Big Dog's a bit floppy, I think he could use more stuffing, or CPR. Little Dog isn't as bad since he hasn't seen all the action that Big Dog has.
Apparently this morning Big Dog was pretty thirsty b/c Asher brought him to me dripping wet from the head region. He had finished off ALL of Thanet's water, which was no small feat. I'm not sure that Big Dog would survive another go-round in the washer, so this just might be the end. Asher keeps asking about him, but he's still wet, & Thanet's water wasn't very clean since Asher keeps making "oatmeal" for Thanet in the water dish (re-hydrating his dry food).
Here's the after pictures:
Looks a bit like road-kill, doesn't he? And a Conversation w/ Big Dog:*Big Dog is wearing Chancery's "Black Cat" Halloween costume.
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