When we arrived at the little cottage in Pensacola we found a basket full of dog toys in one kitchen cupboard. Someone was a happy boy! We added the toys we’d brought along and Fenway did what he does at home.....occasional walking over to the basket to find the chosen toy and chewing or “taunting” us to try and get it from him!
Except for the unacceptable one that some other dog owner left behind. It’s one of those chewy sticks that is supposed to be good for your dog’s teeth.
At some point every day Fenway would dig around and find this chew stick. And then he would quickly pace around the condo. Circle the table in the dining room, back toward the bedrooms, back past us as we sat on the couch, back around the table and then disappear through the kitchen. We would tell him to “find a good place!”
A few minutes later he was back, but nothing in his mouth. Hmmmm....where was that unacceptable toy? No worries.....at some point we would find it.
Last night I climbed into bed and found something scratchy under the pillow. My turn to sleep with it.
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