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Sasha's Buffalo.

Back when my mom was in the hospital last January she was really missing
our little dog Sasha. So one day she asked me to pick her up a new toy
the next time I was over at the grocery store. She said she wanted to
get her some big toy to replace the rather sizeable bunny rabbit she had
but which we had to take away from her because it had dangerous things
(beads) inside it if she were to tear it open — and of course she did tear
it open.

So I looked through the toys over at the store and bought her what came
to be known as Buffalo. Probably because it is a buffalo — American
bison. It's a big toy. In fact when I got it it was as big as Sasha was.
Nevertheless she took to the toy immediately, and was able to take it in
her mouth and even jump up on the couch with it.

Now Buffalo was a squeaky toy, it had a diaphragm inside it which would
squeak when Sasha would clamp down on it with her mouth. Well over a few
months the diaphragm in Buffalo stopped squeaking. That sometimes happens
to certain kinds in dog toys — whether they last or not under the abuse
of a dog's jaws just depends on the particular company that makes it. Some
last. Some don't.

The new Buffalo didn't last. At the beginning of March it stopped squeaking.
Sasha didn't know what had happened, of course, all she knew was that she
would try to make Buffalo squeak and it wouldn't. Which would make her
frustrated and a little bit depressed. In fact it was so sad watching her
try to make it squeak that I decided to "retire" Buffalo from play.

A week or so later, though, I got an idea. I had an old squeaky toy in my
dresser that my former dog Baron used to play with. Generally known as
Squeaky Fuzzy Ball, I knew that it had a pretty durable squeaker diaphragm
inside of it.

So an idea came to me: "Gentlemen, we can rebuild him." Why not take the
old diaphragm out of Squeaky Fuzzy Ball and put it into Buffalo?

Yes, we're talking squeaky transplant surgery.


Baron's Squeaky Fuzzy Ball.

I don't know if there has ever been a squeaky transplant performed here in
Spokane, or even in the Pacific Northwest. Nevertheless I was optimistic
about our chances. So we divided ourselves into two surgical teams: I did
the initial removal of the diaphragm from Squeaky Fuzzy Ball; and my mom
did the second round actually transplanting the diaphragm into Buffalo and
sewing it up.


The squeaky diaphragm, ready for implantation.

After a brief recuperation period of about five minutes, we gave Buffalo
to Sasha for the real test. And I am glad to announce that the procedure
was a complete success. Buffalo is now squeaking again, and Sasha is one
very happy girl.


Buffalo in recovery.

I think Baron would be happy to contribute his old toy to help out his "little
sister" Sasha.


Sasha and Buffalo reunited.

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