I bought two new dog toys yesterday morning. But I didn't intend to give them to the dogs until evening when I would want some peace and quiet to read. I hid the plastic bag on top of the dryer, behind a bucket that I was using to soak a cleaning rag.
Late afternoon, I am quietly reading in the living room when I hear a rustle and see Bogie hurrying across the family room and out the doggy door.
I rush outside to see what's going on. He has retrieved the bag of toys and is trying to extricate one from the bag. I grab the bag from him so I can remove the hang tags.
I present him with the hedge hog. Angel gets the zebra.
Within 15 minutes, this is the scene - an exhausted, but thoroughly happy, Bogie and what remains of a stuffed hedge hog.
The lamb in the background was purchased more than 4 months ago before I had Bogie. For some reason, it has survived intact.