"Momma, I need a new toy!"
Well, he didn't come right out and say it; we all know basset hounds can't talk, right? Oh, I beg to differ. Freddie with his wrinkled face, (which he can do on demand, by the way) hush puppy eyes, droopy ears and "woes me" look, knows how to work it; this allows him to speak his own language, which I have quickly learned. Any owner of a basset hound will know this to be true. Now since we have already spent a small fortune on toys for Freddie, (he has ruined every toy that we have gotten him. Correction - he only likes the ones he can ruin; the ones he can't, he doesn't bother with.)
I told him no.
Then of course he started to really pour it on!
He laid on the floor and started kicking and screaming.
So I did the only thing I could.....ran out to the store to find, yet again, the perfect toy that Freddie would love but be unable to destroy.(Ya! you try and tell Freddie no!)
It was going to be tough because apparently it doesn't exist!
So far he's had the ferret with the bottle inside,(he had that ripped open and the bottle chewed in under ten minutes). He's had the ferret without the bottle. He's had the nylon duck, the giant elephant to hump,(ripped his face off) 3 teddy bears, a stuffed beagle (can't blame him there!)a stuffed blue dog with rope, countless Kong, Nylabone and raw hide, oh the list goes on and on. And at about $8.00-$10.00 a pop, it's cost us a small fortune. The only toy he hasn't wrecked is his blue bed buddy that we had waiting for him when we first brought him home. He still sleeps with it. He will, on occasion, bring it out and throw it around when he's bored, but he won't chew his bed buddy! When I got home from Zehrs the other day I brought him a Hartz stuffed hedgehog. I gave it to him while I put away my groceries, when I turned around he had the stuffing ripped out of it. That was under 5 minutes! So, you can see why I hesitate when Fred comes to me and begs for a new toy.
As usual though he gives me that look and starts to yap, so off I went.
Now, since I came home with rubber toy and not a stuffed animal he snubbed it. Then he had a staring contest with it.
"Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me?"
He wanted to show me his dissatisfaction with it, but.....at the same time it was calling to him. So, he did the only thing he could. Grabbed it, jumped down and ripped its' head off! Another 8 bucks down the drain. When will I learn! So, if anybody out there has a suggestion for a toy that will last for Freddie, please let me know!!
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