A few of you mentioned in your comments on Friday’s post that you have taught your dogs the names of all their toys. The idea is so cute. It would be useful for a lot of things – most importantly, impressing visitors. Any dog would look like a genius while she differentiates between a ball and a rope and retrieves the correct object. It’s brilliant.
Unfortunately, there is no point in even trying to teach this to Shiva for one simple reason:
"Beyond Tough" toy before...
She destroys them all within seconds.
"Beyond Tough" toy five minutes after.
If we want to have a hope of keeping any of her toys around for more than a day, we basically have to keep them away from her when we’re not playing with them. Other than a couple of bones, all of her play things are stored in a blue crate by the fish tank. She is only allowed to play with them when we pull them out and engage with her. Even that doesn’t prevent disaster.
This alligator was her favourite toy for a long, long time. He lived for at least six months, which is decades for Shiva. Even though we never allowed her to chew on it, just the simple acts of tugging and tossing were enough to slaughter this poor creature. I’ve thought of getting her a new one but I don’t know if I could inflict that kind of torture on an innocent stuffie again.
Warning: the image below is of a graphic nature. Reader discretion is advised.
Alligator carnage before we finally laid him to rest. Poor guy.
The only toy we have attempted to name is the Kong. Not that Shiva doesn’t destroy them, I think we’re on her sixth or seventh, it’s just that the toy has become essential to our lives. Since it doesn’t have a face, I don’t feel nearly as guilty when she tears it apart.
Kind of like this rope. Which actually used to be attached to a stuffed duck. It was such a cute little bird.
Oh, Shiva. You've done it again.