My dog’s favorite toy is a Mallard made by the American Kennel Club. It’s a pretty fantastic item — satisfies her urge to “kill” and is pretty tough. It was her first toy, and despite being used every day, it has lasted much longer than some toys that have arrived since.
The dog is so popular that it has a name: Ducky D. Duckerson. Ducky is short for Duckard, of course. He has a name because we speak of him so often:
“Have you seen Duckerson?”
“Can you bring Duckerson upstairs?”
“Did you put her to bed with Duckerson?”
Thus, it was with great amusement that I attempted to text Rachael today and write about Duckerson. I was attempting to tell her that Neko, our puppy, has become very fond of a fox toy she recently received. I noted that this was further competition for Duckerson, who has recently been challenged in the “Favorite Toy” category by both the aforementioned fox and a toy platypus stuffed with toy eggs.
My iPhone, which typically auto-corrects the word “fuck” to “duck,” decided that I did not intend to type the word “Duckerson” and replaced it with the obvious replacement, “Fuckerson.”
Our dog’s toys will soon have as many nicknames as our dog.
