Seizure DogLooking over my posts from the last few days, I realize I forgot to write about the toy that my mother gave Charlie for Valentine's Day.
When she came over to visit this past Sunday, she had a large, red bag. Marlene sat on the couch, drew Charlie close to her and pulled out a plush dog. The dog is just not one of your run-of-the-mill plush dogs, but if you press its stomach, it bellows the song "Puppy Love". Not only does it sing, but it "dances". Now, I use the term "dance" loosely here, as its "dance" is really the dog swinging its head around spastically and shaking.
When my mother first pressed the button and the dog started screaming and shaking, Charlie had a melt down.
After I calmed him down, she pressed the button again. Charlie again freaked out.
What is most humorous about the dog is that it is top-heavy. During its screaming and shaking fit, it tends to fall over. Then it looks like it is humping the air. My mother found this particularly funny. She laughed so hard, I thought she was going to wet herself (and the couch).
The interesting thing is that the part of the song "Puppy Love" that it sings includes the lyrics "Help me Help me Help me". When it gets to that part of the song, it's just pathetic.
It has been five days since my mother has gifted seizure dog to my son. Charlie has slowly gotten over his fear of the toy; he now watches it with the same expression one would watch a car crash.
What kind of grandmother would give this sick, sad toy to her grandson?
