Category Archives: Doggies
There’s got to be a good reason why so many people say they’d like to be reincarnated as a dog.
Is it because they have an unfulfilled urge to roll around in mud? Could it be that some folks yearn for something more basic like the love a good stick or bone, instead of the chaotic daily dash? Maybe chasing a ball across a lush green park appeals their restless energetic nature? Perhaps the prospect of never having to cook their own dinner is enough to pray for a canine rebirth?
Or, dear blog reader, could it be that dogs simply know how to deal with life?
A few weeks ago I was kindly asked if I wanted to be a featured guest at Pibbles & Me, a wonderfully humorous and uplifting blog I’ve been following for…gosh, a year or two now at least. My post What Can Dogs Teach Us About Life is ready for your viewing pleasure, so get clicking and spend some time reading my wordy goodness! It was a rather strange post as I wasn’t entirely sure what to write about, but hey, it all worked out in the end!
I’ll cut this post short, no long rants today, dear blog reader. I’m all smiles about my guest post on Pibbles & Me and that’ll do me just fine!
Want to see a very happy dog playing with a brand new squeaky toy?
Sure you do! Keep reading, dear blog reader, and you’ll see happy squeaky time in action!
Squeaky dog toys don’t last very long in our house. After a couple of weeks of serious play time by Ben, his new toy, a Kong Air Ball, has been stripped of its bright yellow skin and is reduced to a considerably less jolly mucky black rubber thing. It’s at this point that Tilly, our resident Orang-utan Ninja, decides the squeaking has gone on long enough. She takes the Kong from Ben in order to have a quiet word with it.
She’ll chew out the squeaker while poor Ben stands there and watches, tail half wagging, not sure why Tilly isn’t playing. Ben wants to play all the time and the puzzled look on his face, as she chews his once beautiful toy, is both comical and sorrowful. After Tilly has thoroughly interrogated the Kong she chews it into tiny pieces and leaves Ben to stare in disbelief at the mess.
Both dogs love toys but they have different opinions about the concept of playtime.
Ben runs, fetches, chases, growls, whines, bounces around, chuffs and yelps with his helicopter tail whizzing round and round. Bouncy! Happy! Play! Play!
Tilly has a similar approach although for her, toys are there to be chewed into tiny pieces.
Post Destroyed Squeaky Ball Syndrome.
After a few days without a happy ball to play with, Ben will look around for something else to play with. I can be watching TV and he’ll drop a bit of scrap cloth in my lap, or the remains of an ex-ball. With pleading eyes he stares up at me. “Please? I know it’s not a bright yellow ball but it’ll be okay, right?”
I try to be enthusiastic but watching a dog running to fetch a bit of rag that doesn’t bounce or squeak is quite sad.
“To the Pet Store!”
And the joy on Ben’s face is worth every penny of the £1 for a brand new Kong Air Ball! So check out this short video clip to see the happiest dog in the world! Oh, and by the way, those noises…those are his happy noises!