The first time I became aware of Foxy Loxy was one evening when he approached the back (glass) door to steal a small bone, saw me, and fled. I shrieked, Dolly snoozed on oblivious, and Foxy Loxy disappeared back to whence he came. Several nights later, at around 4am, I was awakened by the sound of squeaky toys being squeaked in the back yard. Dolly was safely asleep inside, so who was playing with the toys?
As I got up and went downstairs it occurred to me that I hadn't seen the football or the blue ball recently.
Standing at the back door looking at a yard bereft of toys, it dawned on me. Foxy Loxy had been the phantom squeaker, and it was he, that wily creature, who had been picking the toys off, one by one, until Dolly and I were left with nothing but memories of our squeaky friends.
I saw Foxy Loxy one more time, when I was up at 5am to go the airport. He was on the roof of the shed, scanning the yard for new squeaky buddies to take back to his den. For him, or for his own pups I wonder?
I went shopping and bought Dolly some new toys, including an exact replica of Mr Giraffe. Dolly was overjoyed! Now we bring all the toys in every evening before bed. Sorry Foxy Loxy, but I think you have enough play things to be going on with for now.
very bedraggled Ms Duck (thanks Em and Andreas!)
