This is Floyd's first favorite squeaky toy. Yes, it was at one point a Santa. He has loved it so well that it's difficult to discern that any more. We have noticed an amazing change in him over the past 6-9 months. He has recently started to play, really play. He's even played tug and fetch on a VERY limited basis.
These days, right around 8:00-8:30, he gets frisky. He will start to dance around either myself or KC until we engage him in some pretty hard core rough 'n; tumble play. He will run around in circles with his butt to the floor, jump up on the sofa or bed and turn in circles or dash under the bed. It's quiet the sight to behold.
Eventually, Floyd will run out of the room to get a drink of water. When he comes back, he has usually made a stop by his toy basket, tipped it over to retrieve a toy and as delicately as is possible for a Boston, select a particular toy to shake or play tug.
Today, he chose the Santa and left it in the middle of our bedroom floor when he became distracted with something else. He's such a funny little thing. I can't imagine my life without him any more.
I'm a mother of 2 girls living in NC. I've dabbled in photography on and off but really this is just for fun