The clam

Well, well, well, I finally found a toy that Bert hasn’t worked out (and destroyed) within minutes. Ladies and gentleman, I give you the clam. It had treats in it and velcros shut, so he has to use his Spaniel nose and brain to get them out.

I’ve notice recently that he’s been getting a bit overstimulated with his toys. Enforced time outs have been required. This toy is really interesting to watch him trying to work it out. He’s a little bit of a bull in a China shop sometimes.

Taking his toys away does feel a bit mean, but it’s meant that he seems to value them more and appreciate them.

It also means he sleeps on the sofa next to me. Instead of sticking a toy in my face constantly. That does make it rather hard to concentrate…

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