A while back my grandson and I got ourselves matching stuffed loons who sound KIND of like loons when you squeeze them.
Just today Duke, who is fond of stuffed critters, found mine!
He brings it to me.
He guards it.
He carefully sets it on the table beside where I'm working.
Then he looks at me until I pick it up and give it a squeeze.
He's always been very careful with his critters - hasn't torn a one of them, although I had to stop letting him have golf balls because he'd get them opened up in a few seconds.
This critter he seems to be extra gentle with, or maybe I'm just more noticing. When he picks it up, it's always by one of its little wings, and he carries it around that way. And he never exerts enough pressure to make it do its loon call (of sorts) but brings it to me instead.
This guy makes me smile.
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