Rocky ate monkey butt today
Rocky got a new toy today; a little stuffed monkey made by Kong.
I knew it would happen. I knew it wouldn't last a day. However, it lasted longer than I thought with how he murders toys. My Rocky ate monkey butt today. He began with the tag with the washing instructions, figured out there was a squeaker, got the squeaker out and tossed that aside, and proceeded to pull at the "Kong" sewn in tag. That was about the time he began pulling the stuffing out. I cleared all of the stuffing and threw out said stuffing. A few minutes ago, he was in the process of ripping off one of the little monkey arms, but decided against it for now.
I wasn't naïve enough to believe that my dog wouldn't tear it up, but I was curious to see his process. It was an inexpensive experiment if you will.
Rocky tears up ropes, chew bones [nyla-bone or the like], and stuffies. I'm grateful that he only tears up his own toys. He leaves the kids stuffed animals and the cat's little stuffed mice alone. He's really a good dog. He doesn't do anything he's not supposed to with one exception... he's a terrible beggar. He and our cat are like little vultures, circling the table as we're eating. We ignore both of them and they don't get goodies from the table. I'm hoping that they will both eventually stop with the begging. I don't know if it'll ever happen; I know my husband's old husky never stopped begging.
I thought it was funny. My 12 year old son did not.
But it wasn't his toy, was it?
And to answer your question, no, they never stop begging. I had a dog named Missy that was polite enough to wait until my son got down from the table and then she would Hoover the floor for me. My son was a messy eater
Nope... it was Rocky's toy. The adopted one and I kept telling my son that it was a DOG TOY!
Don't feel bad. My son thought we were poor so he resorted to playing with cat toys.
Haha. I probably shouldn't laugh at that....
Seriously! He was on the floor one day playing with the cat toys! He was about 6 or so. He was a funny kid
Lol like TG said they never stop begging, my old cat lived to be 21 and didn't stop begging until the day she died.
Squeaker?
First thing my dog does is locate the new toy squeaker and rip it out with surgical precision. Okay, doggy surgical precision ....
It's hilarious!
It took Rocky a minute to figure out that it had a squeaker. It was a relatively small squeaker in the butt of the monkey.
What a way to go. May monkey butt always be a fond memory to all who knew him.
I have read bad stories about the squeakers. If they swallow them it can block their colon and being clear, hard to see on xrays.
Oddly enough, my big dog is very gentle with her toys. She will throw them up in the air and catch them but will never chew them up. The only thing she does is gnaw on them every once in a while, like they do scratching an itch.
She would rather run laps and jump in a puddle.
My mom had 2 dogs at one time. Timmy liked to play with squeaky toys, Gus hated them. Mom would buy Timmy a new toy and Gus would grab it almost immediately and rip the squeaker out. Timmy would walk around with the now silent toy just gently squeezing it wondering why it was so quiet. Well, Mom got smart and when she bought a squeaky toy for Timmy she would buy one for Gus, let him rip out the squeaker, and hide Timmy's squeaky toy when he was done playing with it.
He set it aside the moment he got it out. I took it away and threw it out.
Years ago... decades actually... my parents lost their beloved dachshund, Lady. A terrible drama.
My Dad went to a shelter, and brought back a fat old dachshund. He was a dear old beast who waddled back and forth from bowl to bed.
One evening Dad gave him one of those hard-leather "bones" that are supposed to be good for a dog's teeth. The fat old dachshund was pretty big, but that "bone" looked huge, as he dragged it to his bed.
The next morning, there was nothing left.
Oh no! That would be terrible for that little belly!
"Little" is not the first word that comes to mind...