|Photo courtesy of Animal Space.net|
|Kong Ball is intact. Burger was eaten|
and duck is plucked.
As always, your wonderful dog greets you with its tail thumping and acting as if you’ve just returned from saving the world. Taking out the new toys with pride, you bestow the gifts on your faithful friend. Grabbing the stuffed toy in their mouth, they chase after the new ball. It is utter bliss, happy dog, and happy mom. No doubt about it, you are the best pet mom in the universe! The grateful pup trots to its bed with the new goodies and gets comfortable. Satisfied you made the right choices, you go about the business of your day. On a trip past the doggie bed, you see puffs of white cotton stuffing strewn around your little angel. Seriously? Nellie clears her throat ready to start gloating. You pick up what is left of the duck. Yep, it’s hopelessly gutted, a wing is torn off, and it appears to have run into Freddy Kruger while you straightened the kitchen. “No, no, you have to be sweet to your new toys,” you plead walking to the garbage with the duck hidden under your shirt. You don’t want the dog to see you actually throw the new toy away. They won’t understand and the last thing that you want to do is cause emotional damage.
Okay fine, no duck but they still have the new squeaky toys so Nellie just needs to go sit down and hush
|Let's call these Exhibits A & B|
That settles it, no more plush toys…unless they are on sale, really super cute, or your dog promises to be easy next time. Until then, you just go tie a knot in one of your socks with a hole in the heel. Voila, you have a free toy for a great game of tug o’ war and no filling or pieces to tear apart! I’m tempted to say, “let him play with rocks,” but my dog eats rocks so…lesson learned, maybe.
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