Over the weekend we took Harry on a bit of a shopping spree, to his favourite place – the pet shop.
Apart from one or two of his existing toys he has outgrown them all. They’re either too small from him to play with, so he gets bored and frustrated, or they’re made from soft rubber which he could probably destroy in under 6 seconds. The ones designed especially for dogs to chew on have never really interested Harry, he’d much rather have his favourite bone.
First up we introduced Harry to Sammy Snake. This was Harry’s choice in the pet shop, the one he sniffed at while it was still on the shelf and the one he tried to get out of the bag as we walked across the car park. Sammy has proved to be a big hit, when we got home Harry carried him round the house for hours, not letting him out of his sight, not even for a moment.
Despite the fact that we gave it a good examination before we bought it, we still didn’t spot the one thing that Harry found as soon as he started to play. It has a squeaker in it. A very loud squeaker. And Harry, of course, just loves the noise it makes.