However, the problem now is that Leo is bored. I spend much (much, much) of my time at work, which means he is left to his own devices in the backyard. Fortunately, my neighbors are also dog owners, so I imagine he has lots of interesting conversations through the fence with all his fellow canines. He gets excited to play ball when I come home because it gives him a chance to show off for his larger, older buds next door.
Playing is one thing, but eating things he should not is entirely something else.
For example, I opened the back door the other day to find that he had drug up (from somewhere) a flower pot. This was interesting in that I do not own a flower pot. Did you know it was possible to break a flower pot down into 49 million separate pieces? It was a fascinating discovery, if one I could have lived without.
To try and give Leo as many harmless objects to destroy as possible, I bought him some new tennis balls and a thick, sturdy rawhide chew toy. I figured he’d get two, maybe three days’ play out of them.
The rawhide chew was the first to go down. It lasted about about two hours. He ate it. I haven’t seen it since.
So, OK, fine — he still had his new tennis balls. I noticed him rolling around on the floor with one. Great! I could watch The Hurt Locker in peace. Except, an hour later, I found the same ball gutted on the living room floor — surgically opened, eviscerated and strewn in a million pieces. It looked like someone had dropped a bank vault on that ball from seven stories up.
I’m thinking now I should just buy him his own living room furniture. Mine will probably last longer.