Security duck

    

     Moose has a security duck. (It's actually the second duck he's had, but please don't tell him that)    
    You've met Moose, remember? My Grand-dog that came to live with me when my son left for basic and Intel training, and then I couldn't bear to give him back eight months later when my son returned?
     Well, Moose loves this duck like some little kids love their special pillow or teddy bear.(He is after all, a hunting dog...so I'm thinking the duck obsession makes sense, right?)
     It  had a quacker in it when I got it for him, but he ripped it out, a long with all the stuffing the very first day of having the duck. He apparently likes his duck...flat.
    Anyway.
    He loved the duck so much that after a few weeks of being in the yard, being in the house, being in the yard, I had to...uh...discreetly dispose of the original duck, and sneak a new one into the house.      
When I got home from the store with the "replacement" duck, the phone rang and I dropped the bag on the floor to answer it.
    Quack!!!!!!!!! I turned around and Mr. Moose had gotten the duck out of the bag and was heading out the door to the backyard....*sigh* and I think it's safe to say that he never suspected a thing.