Man, that reminds me of what my Nelliedog did when we came across four mice in my storage container outside. She jumped in and snapped all their necks. When I turned away to get the garbage bag, something happened... I turned back and the mice were gone... ick.
Jorge, your pictures of Nunu remind me of my dog, Boomer (he's a German shorthair / border collie mix; white with black spots & black ears) and his love of toys. He had a big basket that all of his toys were kept in, and he'd nose through them until he found whichever one appealed to him at the moment. He never chewed on them, though. He just liked to carry them around in his mouth, and sometimes toss them in the air and then chase them down. (It's great having a dog who can play 'fetch' by himself!) Then my son's black Lab moved in. Charlie is more than a 'chewer'; his major goal in life is to see how many bits he can turn a toy into. Boomer's very favorite stuffed toys were a mallard and a hedgehog and by the time Charlie finished with them, it looked like a slaughterhouse. There was shredded fiberfill fluff everywhere, to say nothing of the empty bodies; it was truly gruesome. Now Boomer is reduced to rawhide chews, but they're just not the same. Sometimes he looks at them and sighs.
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my pitty bull dog used to eat a tiny hole in the belly of stuffed toys and then suck all the stuffing out...
This is the very reason that I am a "dog" person! I mean, look at that adorable face!
I think you mean, "May it rest in pieces." :)
Man, that reminds me of what my Nelliedog did when we came across four mice in my storage container outside. She jumped in and snapped all their necks. When I turned away to get the garbage bag, something happened... I turned back and the mice were gone... ick.
Haha, okay, this one is the best yet. I love the ears in that last picture. :D
Jorge, your pictures of Nunu remind me of my dog, Boomer (he's a German shorthair / border collie mix; white with black spots & black ears) and his love of toys. He had a big basket that all of his toys were kept in, and he'd nose through them until he found whichever one appealed to him at the moment. He never chewed on them, though. He just liked to carry them around in his mouth, and sometimes toss them in the air and then chase them down. (It's great having a dog who can play 'fetch' by himself!)
Then my son's black Lab moved in. Charlie is more than a 'chewer'; his major goal in life is to see how many bits he can turn a toy into. Boomer's very favorite stuffed toys were a mallard and a hedgehog and by the time Charlie finished with them, it looked like a slaughterhouse. There was shredded fiberfill fluff everywhere, to say nothing of the empty bodies; it was truly gruesome. Now Boomer is reduced to rawhide chews, but they're just not the same. Sometimes he looks at them and sighs.
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