While gazzen at my refectshun in a bowl of water My toy box runeth ofver,At 1 tyme,i needed the com4t of chewtoys wiff skweekers, as I remember, they fauxfilled a sirtan inear desire 2 here my brothers and sisters skweels, ( kind of a Return Home) Daddog,tried 2 find 1 I liked , and wood knot chew up and that had that “sirtan skweek”.My favorite, was my rubber chicken,,chewed it up, Daddog found 2 just like it, I never chewed them again., howefver, I do lick them if they’re out,..,witch conphuzse Me and Him.. I have aske myself, “What happened?”, Did I grow out it, was the reality of loosen it and the realazashun, that U can’t go back, an the distructshun I had kawzed, an awaking ,oar a lite shinning on the “Big picture”. Have I realized the need 2 live in and enjoy the presence ?.With little help frum my thereapist , Says, “Beets the crap out of me” I am left 2 ponder., Now it just so happens that Max , goze out of control when a skweeker is skweeked, He loves those kind of toys,, I have Many, he doesent no I do, Should I offver him a gift toy ? oar ,will i B lettin go of an unresolved issue ? We R on different levels here, , Max an Me, HMMM ?