Over last weekend Bayliss had a friend.
He’s enamored with it.
We were shocked. He not a fluffy toy dog. A bit interested in a ball, for a moment.
Rather have a food treat, more than anything.
He followed Son-of-a-wrek to the garden sometime Saturday and picked up a crook neck squash and brought it to me on the deck. I sat it down.
And patted his head and said “thank you, sweetie” went back to my paper.
I didn’t notice but he has grabbed the squash again. Kids pointed it out to me. I told myself, he wouldn’t eat it, surely.
Later it(the squash) was in the garage.
I went out to visit with the garage cats. I sat on a bucket. I petted kitties, brushed Hari and checked the water fountain. I used my toe and pushed the squash out on the apron of the garage. I saw fast movement and Bayliss darted over and grabbed it and took it under a tree and just smelled and sniffed at it. Looking satisfied.
I went indoors. To my naptime.
I have a memory of the dogs coming in and getting in their beds.
Later Bayliss poked his nose at my face and woke me up.
I asked him if he needed to go outside.
He wagged his butt.
So I dragged myself up. He wandered around. I’m sure he pee’d. And came back looking down hearted.
I decided he lost Squishy squash(its name because it was getting elderly)
As a funny thing I had sharpied a face on Squishy. The kids loved it. Now they want me to draw faces on produce for them. Gah!!
Anywhoo…I go to Bayliss’ talking buttons and push “Bayliss” and “toy” “hmmm?” He looked around the room and pushed “no” “bye-bye”.
I sent the kids out to look for it.
I looked in the garage.
No Squishy.
Bayliss hid it and a wild critter found it I’m sure.
I lamented. Offered him treats and toys. I threw the ball.
Nothing helped him in his grief.
The kids helped me cheer him up, with little success.
I swear that dog had watery eyes and a sad face 
.
I was contemplating getting him on antidepressants, when someone suggested “You have plenty squash, too many in fact. Give him another one”
Well, du’h. Why that didn’t occur to me, I just don’t know.
So now we have Squishy II. I call him Junior, as a pet name.
He has a more elaborate face.
But seems to smell the same, Bayliss just sniffs. Occasionally, a tiny lick.
How does he know where Juniors butt is? ‘Cause, that’s where he’s sniffin’!
