We have enough toys in this house for 100 dogs. It's not that I'm crazy, it's just that when you have three dogs the toys really take a beating. They all decide to fight over one toy and the poor thing gets pulled from every angle....if one rips, we usually sew it up but it's futile.
We've performed many toy surgery's in this house and now I'm thinking we should have a graveyard in our garden to bury the poor lions, frogs and monkeys that the pugs decide to massacre. (Can you picture what the neighbours would think! I'll dig my holes in the dead of night....might as well make them wonder!)
Our little guy is the worst with toys....it's what we call a "Mack Attack". There's nothing like being late for work and running all around the house picking up toy guts.
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