Doug’s first stuffed toy, Mister Chicken, is on his last leg (the other leg was torn off a while ago) and is about to burst his stuffing.
This evening, I finally got around to making his replacement, using some old beeswaxed canvas a friend gave me and the stuffing and squeaker from a supposedly indestructible toy made of ballistic nylon that Doug destroyed within five minutes.
I also put the excess bit of the pheromone-releasing “calming collar” inside the duck — not that the collar had any effect while it was around his neck.
The first salvage toy I made him, a black rectangle, was fashioned from black canvas, and it’s survived a lot of play. So it seems actual fabric made of fibres, not plastic, is the way to go.
Enter… Mister Duck!!
We’ll see how long he survives, but for now, he seems to be making Doug very happy.
PS: Well, that was short-lived.
Now Mister Duck is Mister Whatever-the-F#@*-This-Looks-Like.
PPS: Mister Duck has successfully undergone a full head transplant.
