Thursday, July 18, 2013


I'm sure that, when you read "DinoMutt," you automatically thought of this:

Because, who wouldn't? He was an amazing sidekick for the Blue Falcon back in the 70s. Kind of Scooby-Doo meets Inspector Gadget.

But, as you can see, the spelling is different, so obviously I'm talking about a different dog.

In my case, I'm referring to the lovely, definitely-non-mutt pooch who lives with Christopher and me. When people ask what toys she likes, it's very easy to answer: She likes tennis balls (regular, inexpensive ones - nothing high-end), and dinos.

And she likes them in that order. She likes to run around and play catch (not "fetch," mind you, but catch - it's a game that goes both ways). Then, when she's tired of that, she likes to settle down with her dino for a good chew.

For those of you who are now totally confused, this is a Nylabone Dental Dino in the preferred Tyrannosaurus Rex style:

And, thus, we have our very own DinoMutt running around in the house... or curling up on the couch cushion... or settling in for the night on the comforter.

All that, and we don't even need to don spandex Blue Falcon costumes to have her around. Which is a win-win for everyone, really.

1 comment:

Robin said...

Tim feels gypped and a little let down that there wasn't any blue spandex in your household for the post...