Shiba Toys
Once again, all I can do is laugh.
Unfortunately I have to leave Jake home alone for close to 10 hours, Mon-Fri. I gate him in the kitchen for his safety, not necessarily his comfort. When I leave I gather up his toys, at least 10. There is his nylonbone frisbee, his nylabone bone, his tennis ball (or 2), one or 2 of the stuffed toys he's had forever and the stuffings are gone, but he still loves them, his one or 2 soft squeekie bones, his kong bone filled with fresh peanut butter treats, and last but not least, I always make sure I add a fresh, frozen, beef bone every other day from the butcher. Soft music playing in the background for at least 3 hours. Blinds open so he can observe the backyard. A little water, no food, even if he chose not to eat that AM.
Too funny. I come home and all the toys are in the same pile I left them, except perhaps the frozen beef bone, indicative that he chewed on that throughout the day.
I walk in, take the gate down, let him out, he returns as quickly as possible, and begins to take all the toys left for him, one by one, to the great room. Mine, Mine. My decision.
Tomorrow we will repeat this cycle until he changes the routine. They do change routines and what's important to them, and I laugh at that too.
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Lucky? My dog is hot and I am lucky? Shed in clumps Jake, Shed, are my thoughts.
Guess we'll have to move north. Anything for my baby!
I hope Lucy is better. I think about her all the time even though she has no clue who I am.