Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Importance of a Good Toy Collection
So a couple weeks ago, the Hubster and I were lamenting Hurley's love of shoes. And socks. And undies. And anything else small enough for him to grab and do the Contraband Dash back to a kennel. As we were wondering how we could solve this without just being the most immaculate housekeepers in the entire world and always leaving doors closed, I looked around. Hmmm...somehow along the way, all of Hurley's puppy toys had found their way to the trash bin. While we had plenty of kongs of various sorts and tennis balls, our toy selection was rather sparse. And the size of a puppy's toy collection is directly proportionate to how much trouble they get in. More toys = less trouble. It's kind of sad that a dog store owner like myself, who prides herself on carrying the best selection of toys around, allowed her own puppy's toys to be whittled down to nothing. What kind of momma am I??
The next day I headed home with a new assortment of toys and a cute little basket for them to go in.
Overnight the shoe stealing stopped. Completely stopped. Before, he stole our shoes on a daily basis. I have caught him with all of two shoes in the last couple weeks.
The first few days we had the new toy basket, he was slightly confused by the basket itself. Not understanding that all of this treasure was really his, he would grab one and do the Contraband Dash back to a kennel. After a few days, he settled into the realization that it really truly was all his and now he and Maggie have the best of times playing bitey mouth over their abundance of toys.
P.S. For those unfamiliar with puppy antics, the Contraband Dash goes something like this: Puppy gets something he thinks or knows he should not have. He tucks his tail, lowers his butt and does a mad dash towards his "safe zone". This can be a bed, blanket, kennel or even the back yard. Somewhere where he *mistakenly* believes he may enjoy his stolen contraband in private, at least at first. See, the thing with puppies is that as soon as they realize they are always going to get caught, then enjoying the stolen contraband no longer is the point of the mad dash. Getting chased now becomes the game. And then the end of every Contraband Dash concludes with the puppy standing triumphantly over his stolen goods, waiting for you, his trained beast, to come a-running. That, my friends, is the Contraband Dash.