When we went to see the giant pumpkin races in Windsor, Trey found a stuffed bee that had fallen off one of the entries -- and lovingly brought it home.
This is not my idea of a stick. Nevertheless Trey dragged it for ages in the vain hope that I would hurl it into the woods for him to fetch and bring back. Sadly, I could only heave it about 10 feet at best.
Trey loves balls. He loves balls with a deep abiding and mildly insane love.
Trey loves balls almost as much as he loves frisbees. Frisbees are wonderful ! He hurls himself straight up to snatch them in mid-flight. Then, victorious, he shakes the Frisbee from side to side to ensure it is well and truly dead and once he is assured of its "deadness" he brings it back to me to throw again.
There is a company that makes durable toys for more exuberant dogs like Trey. The one he is sweetly holding in the picture below is not just double- or triple-stitched. Its seams were stitched SEVEN times over. As you can see, Trey saw that as a challenge.
Sometimes when a toy cannot be found, Trey's beloved "sucky" bed inadvertently receives unwarranted attention.
If a toy is not available, then a just-discovered piece of rotting rag will have to do.
Here is Trey with yet another, brand new, seven-stitched toy.
It no longer exists.
Because of Trey's enthusiastic attitude toward his toys and because we have more than one dog in the house and we don't want to have any "dust ups" over such things,
all the toys are put away in the toy box.
That's right, there are no toys just lying around for Trey to destroy.
And I guess that is why I should not have been surprised when I caught him checking out the cats' toys...