Finally, Tango has a new collar. And, quite a collar it is- the largest one I found in the store. It's a shiny blue and you can see it for miles. However, the father harrumphed about it being a 'girly' collar- excuse me, it's blue, not pink- the usual crotchety response; I'm sure he is secretly thrilled that his beloved dog finally got rid of his ratty old collar and now looks like a pet from a khaata- peeta- gharana.
But the real highlight of the gifts Tango got this time was the Steak. A cleverly crafted piece of rubber-plastic that looks exactly like a steak, it was the ideal toy for this usually toy-less dog, and what's more, it squeaked, rather loudly, every time he stepped on it. Well, who knows what happened the morning after he got it, because he got in a proper frenzy and started to gallop with it in his mouth, in circles around the dining table. The steak would squeak frantically every time Tango pushed it, and the more it squeaked, the more he pushed, all the while haring around the table like a thing possessed. We even heard a dull thud as he banged his head on the edge of the table, but he was undeterred. Finally, silence. Then a pathetic sighing- the squeaking mechanism had been broken.
After that, he is no longer as frenzied, but the steak still gets a good shaking every time he plays with it. Now it just sighs, resigned to its fate.