Greta's fetish

On our walk yesterday, I saw up ahead on the sidewalk what appeared to be a Barbie doll. As we got closer I saw that it was a leg-less Barbie doll. Poor thing. I wonder what torturess acts had been done on her. How did she lose her legs? And why was she just left out in the cold (well, really it's been pretty darn hot)?

Greta, too, was intrigued by her, and almost had her scooped up by her shiny blond locks before I even noticed. I gave Greta a big tug and Barbie was dropped to the ground. I could just imagine us finishing our run through the neighborhood with leg-less Barbie and her golden locks streaming from Greta's mouth.

It's not the first time Greta has been obsessed with a female doll. When we first adopted Greta, our backyard wasn't fenced in. So Greta spent a lot of time in our garage. I could blog all day about the mishaps there, but I won't get in to it here.

One time in particular I walked in on Greta after she had just torn into a plastic box of Halloween decorations. Eyeballs, streamers, spider webs strewn everywhere. But in particular was a small stuffed witch. Now ... a beheaded witch. I clearly remember that when the box of decorations was sitting on the shelf, the witch was in clear sight. I think she must have been taunting Greta from inside the box. Well, Greta took care of her. Off with her head!