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This is a photo of me, Titan.  I’m a little over 1 year old.  As you can see I have a black mark on the tip of my tough that makes it look like it’s forked.   I think it’s cool but my boy says “speaking with a forked tough is a bad thing.”  I don’t understand what that means.  Oh, well, back to more about me.  I love to play. I love people.  I love dogs.  I love to chase cats out of my yard.  I hate car rides.  I have the greatest boy in the world, he comes home and plays with me at lunch, then we play again when he comes home after he finishes work.  But sometimes he plugs the black snake in the wall and puts the black box on the table and works.  I hate when that happens.  Because my boy just throws toys at me and toys are better when you play with them with your boy.  Anyway pays lots of toys to keep me happy.  And that’s why I started this site.  So, I can help others save money and buy the best toys.  Let me introduce you to my friend that is going to help.    

Sometimes toys are for more than termination and for me that’s impossible. So when there is a toy that is too expensive to break I get Ruffiewers to check them out.

I’ve been looking up to her. till I was taller than her.

This is Bella, she is many years young and is the wisest dog I know. I knew her since I was a puppy and she used to be much more energetic than me. She still acts like a puppy but she can’t play as long as I can and my boy says she’s a senior, he told me dogs can’t go to school so I don’t know how that works out.  She’s going to be testing the toys that are meant for dogs with a slower pace.

Thanks for the introduction, Titan.  I’m Bella. I have to remind Titan all the time that “his boy” was my boy first.  And just because “his boy” grew up and moved to his own house doesn’t mean that he’s not my boy anymore.
  I have to remind Rorschach of that too.  His girl is my girl and was my girl first.  I have always slept with my girl until she moved out.  But I sleep with her when she visits and that little Rorschach won’t change that.   Because he’s my girl’s puppy, I made him my puppy too.  I have to help my girl because I’ve always helped her.  She’s my baby human.  I do my best to keep these boys in line and I remind them who the best is.  I’ve tried to tell them that there is only one toy worth having and it’s a ball and the stick my humans use to throw it.  Stick ball is the greatest game and the only game needed.   Well, swimming is fun too… and tug…  ok maybe other toys can be fun.  But stick ball is still the best.

He thinks we share toys, he is wrong

Rorschach

Soooooo, it’s ruff for me to admit to this but I kind of thought he was a really fancy toy for the first few weeks. Before you go judging me the humans rarely let him on the ground and they always took him wherever they went. So when I finally got a good look at him and realized he wasn’t stuffed I was surprised, to say the least. The little pupper didn’t exactly like me since I had a tendency to break his toys and wake him up during his naps but he’s gotten bigger and he likes playing a lot more, so everything worked out. He likes puzzles a lot more than I do and he’s figured out how to open doors, my humans say he’s a genius. He plays with a lot of toys where he has to move things and pull levers to get treats as well as small toys that are for puppies only.

Do not be fooled by my age, my intellect is to such a towering extent that I was born with the knowledge that one does not defecate within the house. Sometimes I assume that I may be more astute than my humans since the misinterpret my cries of attention as a vacuous pup playing with human objects.