Standing in the backyard with Tibbe this morning, he's done pottying and sniffing far out in the back yard, I call him and step into the Utility Porch to wait for him and turn around to see him coming with the whole end of a loaf of French bread in his mouth!!! There were gnaw marks on it! I told him to leave it and he immediately dropped it, got a treat and praise and I threw it away but boy I hope this doesn't do his tummy in. I swear I can't even turn my back on this dog - ever!
__________________  Jeanie and Tibbe One must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. C. S. Lewis |