So far every toy we’ve given the Dog he’s eviscerated. Usually in thirty minutes or less. Must have gone through a dozen or more by now. Happy Wife (HW) fought back and bought one that was advertised to be thee toughest Dog Toy made. It sure looked tough. It was in the shape of a pony, with synthetic animal hide and double sewn seams. I’d probably have broken an Exacto blade trying to cut through it. Twenty minutes later: Puffy white guts lay strewn across the living room floor. And there he was, looking up at us, polishing his teeth with his tongue, “That all you got?”
With some fight still in her, tonight HW brings home a small tire with a hunk of knotted rope through it. Ten minutes and he had the rope out. Five more and he was shredding the tread!
I look to HW, “Next time, let’s try the entire car.”