Meet Lambie

Meet Lambie: This poor, unfortunate soul came home with my husband one day and permanently became another doomed resident of our household.

Dorkface became attached to Lambie quite quickly. He would grab her in his mouth and viciously shake his head from side to side. (Isn't that what dogs, do?) And after shaking himself dizzy, he give her one last GLORIOUS fling up and backwards over his head...




... And this poor ragdoll of a finger puppet would go flying in a most amazing curve. She'd hang, sadly, in the air for a while before coming down onto the ground with a sad THUMP.

When I've seen enough of the abuse, I store Lambie inside the cat-nip box. A little peace and solitude while she marinates in her doom.