Blue! Orange! Blue! Orange!
I purchased Mojo, our cute longhaired mini doxie dog, two ball toys some time ago but just gave them to him this weekend. If I do buy him a dog toy and scan down the aisle. My criteria are: that it can’t have a squeaker to drive me bonkers in the middle of the night, and I look for how it will be torn apart. It’s because of that I typically make toys for him anymore out of worn out jeans. Mojo was so beyond excited to get his new toys. He pranced and he played. The balls had come in a two pack and perhaps I should have only given him one at first. Because his biggest problem was deciding which one he wanted. He’d take the orange one, and then the blue. I’d throw one of them and he’d try to fit both of them in his mouth. I took one in each hand and would give him the one, only to see him change his mind. He wanted the orange, no the blue, no the orange, no the blue. This went on and on. It was...