Hubby bought this little squeaky duck for the dogs for Christmas.
All of a sudden it was in the den and it was hers. Eddie didn't agree. He took it away, she growled. I gave it to her, he takes it out of her mouth. Twice.
Then she decides to come to me and stands there in front of me having decided a butt rub was more important. He took the duck lay on the couch and then decided his foot smelt better and gave it a few licks. The duck hit the floor. Fanny saw it, eyed it, he saw her eying it. He got to it before she did so a minor fight ensued.
She liked her butt rub so much she said to heck with the duck. He said I need a drink. She lay down. He came back and started biting her butt. She wasn't happy and snapped at him. He needed another drink. She got the duck.
She is now lying on the floor near the basket of tennis balls and he is on the couch.
Safe, on the floor close to him so if she changes her mind it is his! And she couldn't care less!
And with a word like duck I am glad I checked my spelling..............
If you got another duck, Eddie would probably want both of them. Judy gets all the toys here, and Mitzi and Duke let her have whatever she wants.
I gave my Rocket a squeaky duck for Christmas, too. He's been carrying it around all over the place, even outside. I think if another dog tried to take it away from him there would certainly be trouble.
This is Harper's rule:
Clancey must never at any time have a squeeky toy in his possession. ALL toys are mine. :
You mean that duck lived! WOW I am impressed. With in 5 min of a duck like that in our house the fluffy insides would have been pulled out and spread about the house.
For some reason they don't destroy their toys. When they get really chewed on and the stitching starts getting weak then we have destroyed toys!