Pickles by Brian Crane for October 22, 2013

If it isn’t too big it will come out.

I thought Opal prefers the cat while Earl is a dog-person.

Oh s#@t.

Actually it’s a wonder it wasn’t Earl.

See the squeaker… Eat the squeaker… … BE the squeaker… … … Ommmmmmmmmm-SQUEAK!

For years, my dog, who’d been born deaf, would attack the squeaker in any toy that had one. I never figured out why. He couldn’t hear it but that gizmo inside the toy annoyed him no end. Once it stopped squeaking, or had been removed/destroyed, he had no interest in the toy.

My dog will work and work until she gets the squeaker out. Then she’ll leave it in the middle of the floor, as testimony to her victory. Meanwhile, she’ll continue to gut the creature until there’s nothing left but mounds of fluff and an empty carcass. She would play with the skin forever if I didn’t throw it away.

Boots likes to gut the toy and chew on the squeaker. Then he turn the toy inside out. He’s very methodical. By the way we don’t let him eat the squeaker, we get it away from him as soon as possible. It’s a little scary when he’s gutting the toy you can see the wild ancestor in him.

Reminds me of my daughter’s male dog Golden Retriever, he got a hold of my nylon knee high and I wonder why I was running low, I was still working part time, six pairs disappeared, he ate them had the longest poo to come out.

Dog ate the keyless car starter fob… the only way to start the car for about a week was to have the mutt in the front seat…

You will know when It passes.

Been there, done that! LOL

Please try and get pickles in the Palm Beach Post. We read it every day us old folk

Squeak Roscoe, squeak. Good boy!

Typical. At least they will have advance warning of dog-farts.

The answer is right near Roscoe’s rear!

xxx

My rotti (pictured) loves the toys without the stuffing in them. When they have the stuffing she will start to de-fluff them (all over the living room!) and take the squeeker out as well as soon as they hit the floor. With the skins-only toys she will play with them for hours, gnaw on them and fold them in half (with more than one toy in her mouth) and walk around with them as if to show them off! She is too funny!

That’s one squeaky boy.

Our last dog, Shorty the Corgi, would look for the squeaker in every new toy. Once she found it (after an hour or so) she’d remove it and immediately lose interest in the toy and the loose squeaker. After we had accumulated dozens of silent toys we just stopped getting them for her.