Dug's my 2 by 1 inch plastic Valaptasouraus Dinosaur. He has a permanant snarl, wrinkly weathered skin, black large blotches all over his back legs and long pointy tail. He has the most amazing raptor toes that look like they could shank their prey to death. His two tiny arms look like they serve no purpose, but I'm sure they balance him in some way as well as help with his dance moves.
Dug and I go on adventures together. But in all honesty, Dug floats around in my purse and goes wherever I bring my purse along. Sometimes I'll be bored digging around for candy or gum, and out pops that snarly Duggy. This past week while on my lunch break, I've invited Dug to come along. We even experienced our very first turkey burger from Carl's Jr. I thought it was some grade A meat, but Dug insisted that fresh young bloody babies tasted better. Whatever, beggers can't be choosers.I really like Dug for some reason. It's an unexplained infatuation that I just can't express nor want to. Maybe it's my fascination with Dino's. Something that can't be reached. I'm always reaching for that intangible feeling or object or moment. Dug's a good listener and always keeps my secrets. Thanks Dug :)