Platypus Egg

I was cleaning the house over the weekend and found a few of Watson's toy eggs. Way back when, I saw the funniest stuffed animal in the Drs. Foster and Smith catalog of a stuffed platypus that came with it's own squeaky eggs.


I don't have an issue with the concept, per se. The animal arrives separately from its eggs, which are attached in a plastic bag. You, the owner with opposable thumbs, are supposed to stuff the squeaky eggs into the animal and your dog has fun digging them out. A chicken or a duck, I understand. But a platypus??? Apparently they also lay eggs. Who knew?


Anyway, with Watson's jaw impingement, he took to the eggs more than the stuffed platypus (which now graces Rich's office at work). So on rainy days when he didn't want to go for a walk, we would toss the egg(s) down the hallway for him to retrieve. For the longest time, Watson wouldn't play (seemed like he didn't know how) but over time, he came to love "playing egg".


I'm not quite sure what to do with them now. Waldo will surely eviscerate them the second he gets them in his mouth. Perhaps I will save them for when he matures a bit and calms down... and I can play egg again and think of the Old Man.