This cow is mine
Actually, that's misleading---he is experiencing toy confusion, but not with the cow. He just likes to cuddle the cow. The blue car, however, is another story:
To be fair, it's not his fault. It's Maya's fault. Maya likes to play with her toys on the coffee table (which we encourage, because then she's standing and bending and twisting instead of just sitting on the floor). The coffee table is right next to Parker's crate, and now she likes to sneakily load her toys into his bed.
Obviously, that's enough to get a puppy confused. The other night we didn't notice that Maya had put her blue car in the crate, and he slept with it overnight. In the morning, he woke up with it there and started chewing away . . . and now he thinks it's his. He'll sniff around her pile of cars, gently lift out the blue car, walk away and flop down somewhere and happily chew to his heart's content.
At this point I almost feel bad shouting, "Parker! Leave it!" . . . because he looks up at me with such sincere curiosity, it's like I can hear a little voice in his head saying " . . . but it's just my blue car!"
Oh, and Maya thinks it's really funny when he takes her toys. She'll hold them up to his mouth, and if she can get him to take it (he's so gentle) she starts giggling madly. So that's helpful.
I am mildly concerned that if I'm not vigilant, we will have a Little People/little animal/little car massacre on our hands.
In other news, I had a hysterical breakdown on the phone with our insurance company today. I cried, stomped my feet (yeah, that's embarassing but true) and when the representative told me that she "could put in a request for a supervisor to call me back, but they were both busy right now" I got menancingly quiet and say "Oh no. I'm not getting off this phone. So you can pretend to be looking up all of these claims, we can talk in circles about my paperwork, or you could just tell me about how your day is going if you want. But I'm not. getting. off. this. phone." I hate that so much of my time is spent fighting with people (insurance, agencies, DOT, soon to be DOE) and organizing paperwork in order to fight more effectively.
It's no wonder my hair falls out.