Yesterday, when we dumped pillows and blankets, and stuff animals on the counter to buy, the woman behind the register looked up and said, "for the dog?"
She'd seen it all before.
We shopped at a thrift store. We buy all (or most...) of the dog's toys at a thrift store. Apparently, we're not the only ones. Yes, we've bought little squeak toys at the pet store--they're not that expensive, but my son's rescued poodle likes the big stuffed animals, the big frogs and the big teddy bears and the big bunnies.
And they don't sell those at pet stores.
The dog chews up the stuff animals, eventually ripping them apart and pulling out their fluffy innards. It's not the fault of the dog--the stuffed animals were built for chubby little human fingers, not sharp adult dog teeth. In a few months, we'll be back, looking for large animals. For some reason, our dog likes green ones the most.
Tonight, I spotted the dog surrounded by his conquered victims. They lay about like slain enemies of war with the dog as the victor.
The things we do for dogs.
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