Angus and I took a trip to PetsMart yesterday, to replace the squirrel, duck, rope, rope/tennis ball combo, snowman and other assorted toys that are already or soon to be too far gone to survive through seam surgery. And since he’d been so good, finding the appoitment book the day before, I thought I’d get him an extra toy. We walked up and down the toy aisle and he wasn’t interested in anything. I finally just picked out some replacements: another rope/tennis ball combo, a snowman-like toy, a canvas squeaky toy, and a kong bone thing for him to play with during the day (still smells like nasty rubber to me, he thinks it stinks in a bad way.) But… he wasn’t really interested in anything except worrying about the other dogs in the store. Until we walked down the bone/things to eat aisle. There, he practically stuck his nose in the calf hoof bin to take one out. I bought it, and he’s been happily chewing away on that foul-smelling hoof since.
(Also, I don’t think he likes peanut butter. I tried giving him some, and he avoided it. Did you know about this, TCB?)