Hello, My Name is Casper…and I’m a Toyholic
I try–I really really DO try to keep my apartment nice and clean. There are few things in this world that I enjoy more than my cozy, spotless place after a long day of work. Obviously, it was a lot easier before Pom Pom and Casper, and I’ll admit, there are times when I get super frustrated while cleaning up hair off the couch and blankets. But man, there are those days, those moments, when the dogs are just HILARIOUS.
We’ve only had Casper since this past August, so we’re still learning about all of his “quirks.” Our most recent discovery: The dude is freakin obssessed with toys!
I have this old plastic shopping bag I use to keep about a dozen assorted stuffed animals and squeak toys–we’re always buying new toys for the dogs, but these 12 are the ones that “made the cut” and are played with the most. About a week ago, I started noticing that every time I’d leave the house (toys IN the bag), I’d come back to a house with a trail of toys spread out on the living room floor (toys now OUT of the bag).
Casper used to be pretty sly about his little habit: I’d be upstairs, and I’d hear the sound of a bag being opened downstairs. A few minutes later, he’d hop up the stairs with a new toy in his mouth.
As of two days ago, Casper’s decided he’s not hiding his habit anymore. I JUST finished putting The Dirty Dozen into the bag, and as SOON as he heard the sound of that bag, he ran over and started PULLING them out, one by one, until the bag was empty.
I’ve been punked by my dog…badly. I tried putting the toys away twice today so far, and have been denied both times. At least I have some visual evidence this time–took a picture of him in the act!
I suppose being a neatfreak is overrated, anyway.