This is Groucho the Snake. (He’s a squeak toy who was made for dogs to play with, but don’t tell him that!)
He was named after Groucho Marx–has those same buggy eyes.
Groucho is also a pretty good dancer.
I got him last October, about a week before the election, to help relieve the tension of a long election night. When you squeeze below his head, he sounds like a rubber ducky (for “rah-rah, go Hilary!”); when you squeeze near his tail, he makes a sad squeak, like he’s crying. (We were all making sad squeaks by the end of the night.)
This is how Groucho and I feel now.
ambfoxx said,
January 20, 2017 at 2:58 pm
Thanks for sharing this. I know the feeling. I’ll be uncurling from that position, though, and joining the Women’s March on Washington tomorrow. Not giving up!
nancyadamsfiction said,
January 21, 2017 at 10:14 pm
Good for you, Amber! I’m cheering us all on.
JohnnyD said,
March 11, 2017 at 9:52 pm
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