Last night daddy left the door to the dog closet open because he was try to organize it. Well, I spotted a red and green stuffed ball, and took it out of the closet. I was so happy. I, Bella, had a stuffed squeaky toy all to myself. Why was I so happy? Well it is because I don't get stuffed toys. Mommy and daddy say we are too rough with them and might hurt ourselves. Well aren't you supposed to rip them apart and eat the stuffing and squeaker in the first few minutes? This time daddy saw how happy I was and let me play with it. I got up on the couch and went right for the corner so that Minny nor Draco could get it. It was so much fun that it was just minutes before I was tearing that stuffed ball apart and trying to eat stuffing. Daddy grabbed the treats and threw one for me to go get, but I was so conflicted. Do I leave the treat and keep my ball, or do I go for the treat but lose my ball? I started going for the treat but decided to go back to the ball. I pondered my predicement and started going for the treat again, but went right back for my ball. That treat smelled so good and yummy and I could not resist it. I went for the treat, and the ball disappeared. I was a sad puppy. Yes we have numerous nylabones and rope toys that we can play with at anytime, but this was a stuffed squeaky ball.
Dad here. Bella had a huge small on her face when she got that ball. We don't give them many squeaky toys because they rip them up in mere seconds and try to eat them. Rope toys and nylabones are about all we can let them play with. Bella has a tendency to guard stuffies, so we get them away from her through treats. I have never seen a dog act so conflicted before in my life. She started walking away from the ball to get the treat, but quickly turned back. Eventually she went for the treat and I made the ball disappear.