Sydney is a strange dog. You all know that she has some pretty severe mental problems that we've been dealing with for most of her life. She takes Prozac daily and since we cut her dose from 30 to 20mg, she's doing much better. She's found her appetite again and is getting along better with the other dogs, though they mostly avoid her.
Syd is part Beagle and part Dachshund and has become quite a good little hunter. She's gotten a couple squirrels, a mouse, a rabbit, a bird and about a dozen moles. Unfortunately, hunting moles means digging lots of holes, so that keeps Rob busy filling them in again.
One of the toys was an alligator and Syd has carried it around for months. The other day I reached in the bag and pulled out a small brown fuzzy toy that I guess is supposed to be a dog or something. It doesn't have much shape and isn't very appealing, but the minute Syd saw it, it was love at first sight.
It's the same size as a mole and the first time I saw her carrying it, I thought she had a mole. I guess it must feel like a mole to her because she carries it everywhere, inside and out. We call it Holy Moley.