Dis Disapperrance of toys

I'm still just a kid right? Only a puppy after all. And I need toys, lots of them. Mom buys them almost every time she leaves the house. I guess she feels guilty for putting me in my room. It's fine with me. My room is neat, soft blankie and just dark enough to be cozy.
When she gets back, man, it's a party. Out come the toys and treats. All because I took a nap. What a life!
Then she takes me outside (shh to poo.) Then we go back inside and I get to see the toys, big ones, little ones, soft ones, and hard ones. My favorites are the ones that squeek. I just squeek and squeek till my jaw gets tired. Now comes the time I need to really examine the toy. I find a teeny tiny hole and work it to make a bigger hole. Out comes the stuffing. Some kind of white poofy stuff. It really doesn't taste good, but it makes Mom hyper. She chases me till I drop the stuff, then she picks up all she can find. Sometimes I hide a little in the corner of the couch. Not much, just enough to get her going. I love it, she gets downright exasperated. Keeps her young, gotta keep her moving.
Then when the toy is finally broken in right, it disappears. I turn around and it's gone. I think Mom hides it, but I'm not sure. I guess she doesn't know when a toy is really good. Sometimes they come back, but the hole is gone. Can't find it, so then I have to make a new one. I work on it harder and harder and when it's almost perfect, poof it's gone. I don't know maybe there is toy eating troll in the basement that comes up at night and takes them. I never go there. It looks really scary down there, so I stay up in the family room. But not to worry next time she goes out she'll come home with more.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW HARD I HAVE TO WORK TO MAKE A SAD MOM, HAPPY