Teddy is still alive and well. In the beginning I couldn’t get enough of him. I would fight then hump him, just to show him who’s Boss. My dad got worried that I would get a heart attack though, because I cannot leave him alone. I would bite him by the neck then shake him, then put him down and hump him. When I couldn’t get a breath anymore and my tongue is hanging out from thirst, I would walk around, get a drink and start again.
For a while I was like addicted beating him up. Panting, with my heart pounding, I cannot stop. So for a couple of hours at a time, my dad would lock Teddy up so I could rest. A couple of days ago, my dad used Teddy to fake attack me. Since then I had been kind of scared of him, so I don’t play with him as much.
Maybe tomorrow again.
Life Lesson: When everything is happening too fast and you cannot seem to catch a breath, it is probably a good idea to step back, look around, and just breathe.