So I have to be the quintessential dog owner and talk about something funny that Maya has been doing lately. Those who don't have children of the furry variety can just ignore.
Maya has figured out where I keep all her toys.
I heard from one of those "good dog" shows that you should alternate the toys that you give to your dog, it keeps them entertained. If they always have all the same toys they get bored, but if you swap them out they are kept interested for a longer time. Because of this I put all of Maya's toys in a basket in the closet. Before now this never really bothered Maya. She didn't seem to notice or care. Then one day I took her Kong and put it away. This, she took note of and followed me to the closet.
I didn't notice and just went back to cooking dinner. After a couple minutes I turned around and there she was with the Kong again. Chewing it with added vigor. I thought this was sooo cute.
It's not as cute anymore.
Now, any time she is a little too bored, like when Dave and I are watching TV, or I'm knitting or we are trying to take a nap, she starts pulling out the toys. Not just one, All of them. She will systematically pull them out, one by one, to her bed. There she proceeds to chew, roll, squeak or tear at whatever toy she has claimed. Next, after this fails to get our attention, she takes them to the hall.
Now whenever I come home my hall is full of toys, fluff from toys and peices of string from them.
I must say that it is amusing though. She always gives us that innocent look when we walk into the hallway and she is surrounded by every one of her toys. It's a "What? It's not like you were playing with me!" look.
What a dog... still so cute, just a little crazy.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Maya's toys
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2 comments:
She can probably smell them with her super duper doggie nose.
Sophie has toys scattered all over the house, but is only interested in two things. Her nyla-bones and her squeeky tennis ball (the doggie kind with the fuzz that doesn't destroy her teeth). Could not care less about anything else.
I can't give her stuffed toys because she eats the fluff. She's insanely picky about dog food, but eats fluff. Go figure.
My dog (now in puppy heaven) used to run around the house with his "bear" in his mouth while batting a tennis ball with his front paws.
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