is the dogs' toy box. It sits in front of the fireplace, next to their blankets. It is where the toys are kept, and the dogs know that this is where they go. Now, if I could only teach them to put them back when they are done, but we just aren't there yet!
Anyway, you'll notice that there are no whole toys. There are scraps of toys. There are pieces and parts... a wing here, a body there... a foot there. I recently had to clean out the carnage of all the useless scraps. There are dried out husks of toys that have had their innards torn out by an industrious wienie dog. Seriously. Both dogs prefer plush toys. Ginger can dismantle a stuffed toy in minutes, no matter how well-made. She makes it her mission to disembowel them. She will cover a room in stuffing, and when I think that there is no more stuffing, she will dig her little wienie dog nose down into the carcass, and find more. It has come to the point where as soon as we notice she has made the first incision, we just go ahead and eviscerate the poor thing ourselves. She will then proceed to tear them apart, trying to prove how ferocious of a badger hunter she is.
Chica, on the other hand, is more docile. She likes to suck on plush toys like a baby sucks on a pacifier. She will hold it between her paws and suck for hours. She is scared of any toy that makes noise, and refuses to have anything to do with plastic toys. She loves anything made of fleece. She will almost take off a hand if you try to part her from a basted bone though... go figure.
The dogs fight over toys like siblings. Ginger will want to bury a toy in the blanket that Chica wants to suck on, and they only want what the other one has.
So, Chica gets back at Ginger by putting the toy parts to other use...
More to come.
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