Beanie had a great walk this morning; really nice weather, lots of pals to play with, and lots of squeaky toys – including a pork chop and a cunningly camouflaged small green rugby ball. As a rule the only toys that hold Beanie’s attention in the house are the ones that dispense treats, but outside all that changes. A toy can be a useful tool when you want to get a chase going in the park! The pork chop gave sterling service in that regard, until an extended chewing session robbed it of its squeaky appeal. Beanie wasn’t phased by this setback however – she quickly switched to one of the park’s free alternatives:

Back at home, little Biggles was sleeping very soundly in his crate. I expected him to complain loudly to be let out as soon as I came in, but he just rolled over for a quick look, had a little stretch and went back to sleep. I’ve grown so used to his barking at any disturbance that for a moment I actually entertained the idea that he was unwell. That worry was dismissed as soon as his lunch made an appearance of course – he went from comatose to wired in an instant and set a new personal best for speed eating. Overall I’d say he’s more relaxed today – I think it’s a sign that he’s now settled in his new home, and is gaining confidence that even if we leave the room for a few minutes, we will be back.

I did notice however that he’d sentenced the last of his own squeaky toys to death by chewing. I couldn’t leave our little boy without a squeaker, so I headed back out to Wizard Of Paws to raid their shelves. One particular toy seemed to stand out from the rest, and when I handed it Biggles for a test drive this evening it soon became clear that I’d chosen well!

We’re only letting Biggles play with this when he’s separate from Beanie though – I doubt it would last two minutes if Beanie got hold of it!