Did you know when you’re sailing the Exuma Islands there aren’t stores to buy dog toys?
Well, I found out the hard way.
I’m playing with my favourite toy, minding my own business having a good chew – and lots of squeaking by the toy, so I think it’s having fun too.
Then, oh oh. The seam rips. All the stuffing comes out. I don’t know how that part happened. I seem to have blacked out. The toy is ruined.
I show Kristina and wag my tail to tell her it was an accident.
She smiles and says, ” Well that’s the last of the toys.”
“What? Last of the toys. Can’t you buy me a new one?” I bark.
She shakes her head sadly. “There are no stores here.”
I had the realization that we’re not in Canada anymore. The question is, should I chew Kristina’s flip flop instead?