2 years ago this past May, my husband brought me a fuzzy red male dachshund... a miniature long haired one. I was use to smooth coats, so this fuzziness took a bit of getting use to. 3 months later we went and got another one! This time a girl... black and tan... another mini and long-haired. They are as different as night and day at times, but as close as litter mates. And they provide a great deal of entertainment in our home.
It was obvious early on that Mac was all about playing and toys. He has soooo much energy! Unfortunately, he loved chewing up and destroying his stuffed toys... which led to surgery and a week at the vets (don't ask about the bill!) so those toys are now banned from the house. He loves to run and fetch and play keep away. We found these wonderful balls made for dogs that do the trick. They look like tennis balls, but are not that fuzzy texture. They are a fairly hard rubber. This is the only toy he does not chew up! Mac's ball has become a pacifier. He carries it everywhere! Even to eat!
How on earth he is able to empty out that small bowl when the ball takes up all that room, I will never know.
But he does!
Mia occasionally snatches the ball. She loves to lay on it and torture Mac, who will just sit and whine for it. I have no idea why he will not take it from her. Normally he is the top dog... very much the dominant personality. He can bug the snot out of Mia.. jump on her.. wrestle her... but he will not take a toy from her. Go figure!
Overall, Mia is not a toy lover. She can pretty much take them or leave them except when we are gone and put them in their room. I always toss in the 2 balls and 2 Nylabones (great for pets would chew!). Inevitably when I return I hear muffled barks... I will find Mac with his ball in his mouth and Mia with BOTH bones in hers! I so wish I could capture that sound and post it here. It is hilarious!
Miss Mi is always so proud of herself for having those 2 bones in her mouth! It really is the funniest thing to see. When I take down the baby gate, she will prance out with great pride and then run and hide so Mac won't get the bones. She hates to let them go!
I wonder what I have in my life that is like Mac's ball to me... my pacifier or security blanket... that thing I think I must have to be secure... or what I snatch onto and clinch in my jaws for dear life like Mia and those bones. I suspect I look as silly to God as the pups do to me. And just as I say things like "You would enjoy that meal better without a ball in the bowl!", I suspect He says the same to me. And just as Mia's barks are muffled when those bones are in her mouth, I wonder if my prayers are "muffled" when I am chewing on something I should put down?
Ahh those wiener dogs... entertainment and object lessons... got to love 'em!
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