I bitch and moan about him, ’cause he drives me crazy, but all in all Tobie is a fine young man.
He’s only the second puppy I’ve ever raised, but apparently they all need their treasure spot. Little Bear’s was outdoors, since we slept in a tiny RV trailer. This one is about to become problematic since I don’t think it’ll fit in the bedroom. It’s too close to the woodstove once that goes into winter mode. We’ll work it out.
Or he’ll idly decide to chew on a toy for a while, without getting crazy about it. That dollar store wheel-with-a-rope is one of his favorites because it slings so well. He can knock stuff off the kitchen counter with that thing, and has.
“Shouldn’t you be swinging into action, or whatever humans do in a crisis like this? Really? You’re going back to your book? Well, when they’re chewing on your toes in the middle of the night don’t come crying to me. I tried to warn you.”