It’s a very sad day, a very, very, very sad day.

My most favorite toy, my oldest friend, my beloved Kong was taken away.

Well, actually, all three of my Kongs were taken away.

Apparently, you’re not supposed to rip pieces of the rubber off. Unfortunately, if you stuff it with treats, and I can’t get them out by tossing it around, I’m going to chew them out. That’s just common sense.

And that means that dad confiscated my two Kongs. I can smell them in the garbage can. I cried and howled for them, but he told me I couldn’t have it anymore. Then he left, and came home with a brand new one!

OH MY GOD I was so EXCITED. He opened the package, I could smell it!! It was alllll mine and brand new and I could chew it and throw it and it’ll bounce and OH MY GOD I LOVE KONGS. So my dad stuffed it with treats. And I played with it. And nothing came out. So I took it into my bed and layed down and started to rip off the rubber to make the hole bigger, so the treats come out. Duh.

And dad yelled “NO!” and ran over and took it away again. When he took it back to the store, the manager asked him what kind of dog he had, and insinuated that I was a monster of some sort because these things are supposed to be the strongest toys ever. Hmph.

I have a feeling there’ll be no more Kongs for me, since these were the black Extreme Kongs, and they don’t make any stronger ones. And now that I’ve “learned to destroy” them, I can’t have them anymore.

Poop.

Not only that, but a brand new rope chew toy that dad bought me was taken away too. I guess you’re not supposed to tear the rope?

In short… there are now even fewer toys I can have! Damn. Sometimes it sucks being an awesomely strong, incredibly handsome dog. Indestructible my paw, Kong people!