Just like kids, the best toys are in other kid's homes. This weekend, our furry four-legged friend, Gunner Misencik (A German Short-Haired Pointer), found the dog toy box (basket for us) all right. He played for hours with every.single.toy in the basket, and spread them throughout the house so they would be within easy reach of whichever room or hallway he wandered down. Our pup Loo-C didn't mind one bit (or so it seemed). She was only "protective" of her "blankie", which Gunner never really approached or showed much interest in, thankfully. But for Gunner, he was in dog toy paradise, if there could be such a thing. His "favorite" seemed to be the dozen or so tennis balls, and one "stuffed animal - cow" that mooed! After a few minutes of playing with the cow that mooed, that cow delivered it's last moo, as Gunner bit the "voice box" one last time to make sure it remained quiet...and moo-less!
Photo of Gunner and the toys at "another dog's house", and deciding which one(s) he will play with next!