My friends may remember my Mom sharing about this crazy new dish she found for giving me treats. It was the oddest thing. Usually she puts my kibbles in the bowl but this new dish is something else. It's round, alright, and even though there are a bunch of little bowls in the big bowl, they are all covered! Yes, that's right. Covered. (I know I've mentioned Mom, bless her heart, is a bit slow on the uptake sometimes).
Not the kind of canine to let a cover stand between me and my tasty treats, I do eventually get to eat them, but I have to spend a LOT of time fooling and fiddling around with said covers to actually get to the treats. Mom just smiles and smiles and doesn't lift a paw to help. You can read more about Mom, me and the crazy dish she calls a "dog puzzle" if you'd like. Even though it is a challenge, Mom always put great tasting treats in the dish so my tail's a-waggin' when I see her bring it out.
A while after my BFF, the man with the big truck, brought that crazy dish in a box, he stopped by again with another box. It smelled a bit like the dish box and I remember thinking, "Here we go again!"
|Homer the Hedgehog|
In this box was something completely different! A squeaky toy! A GIANT squeaky toy! A GIANT squeaky toy with five, count 'em, five squeakers! Oh, doggy joy! There is NOTHING this guy loves better than gutting squeaky toys! I still love the man with the big truck but this softy guy is my new BFF! His paws squeak high and his belly grunts low! I went to work right away, first testing all his squeakers to make sure they worked properly and then went off to my favorite "gutting" spot behind the big sofa.
Wouldn't you know it! There is something very wrong with my BFF. I've been working on that guy for months and I haven't gutted one squeaker! Not one! I don't mind very much, though. My boy really likes the giant squeaky toy and always wants me to play with it. That's okay with me! Mom seems to like it when we play together so she put together some pictures for me to share with you.