The Army wanted play time but Steve had a full morning of client commitments that chained him to his computer and I was not the player of choice. I tried not to be hurt when I waggled the flamingo stuffie and asked, "who wants to play tug or get it?" and the White Ones all walked out of the room to lie in the office by Steve.
Out of boredom YoYoMa brought most of the contents of the toybox out to the living room and with the help of Puff systematically began destuffing them. They have two very different methods: YAWD nibbles aways at the seams until they pop open to reveal the fluff; SAWD grabs the poor toy and gnashes (like Gollum) tearing and ripping until it bleeds stuffing. She may look pretty and dainty in her little pink t-shirt but she is ruthless at eviscerating squeakers and pulling out tufts of batting.
In an effort to save her childhood toys, most left in the toybox in pretty good condition before the WDA appeared, White Dog gathered the ones abandoned or overlooked by her murderous siblings and put them carefully on the couch where no one goes but she.
I tell them all to just be patient one more day and that Thursday and Friday will be full of active excitement and I get wags of anticipation. I just hope that in the throes of an already overflowing Wednesday that it will be enough to get them through. We are all so very restless.