I have finally acknowledged that dog toys are not a permanent solution. You have to get new ones. Regularly.
It’s like drugs for dogs. Furry toys, squeakers awaiting a good, toothy scrunching. Amazon puts some of these Kong toys up as “add-on” specials, so when I buy something else, I get a new toy.
I’ve given up on “regular” toys. Only Kongs. The others look cute, but they are too soft, too fluffy. The soft toys will be dead toys before the day is out.
I always let Garry give them their new toys because he loves the ritual. It’s hilarious. He puts the toy in the basket with the others. Bonnie steals it and puts it all the way in the back of her crate.
Gibbs waits until she’s busy doing something else, then darts into the crate. Comes out with the new toy and heads for the doggy door — with Garry running after him crying out: “NO, only in the HOUSE.”
Garry actually stopped everything and insisted I get the camera, too. This was important stuff. I had to take important photographs!