The Bad Dog Crouch

This is Porter's Orbee. We were extremely skeptical about its toughness when it came out of the package because it has a lovely textured, flexy surface, but Porter's had it for several weeks now and it is STILL IN ONE PIECE. Those of you who also own dogs that chew like industrial wood-chippers will understand our excitement over a dog toy that doesn't immediately make us regret not flushing that money right down the commode.

BUNNY!

Not since Mr. Chippy has Porter been able to have a soft toy. He usually immediately finds their seams and then spends the next 15 minutes dancing in the stuffing he evenly distributes all over the house. But, Orvis swears that this bunny is supposed to hold up, so we shall see. B gave it 30 minutes and lost $10 to me last night, as the Bun is still intact, despite Porter's enthusiastic efforts:

Do you see my bunny?


My bunny, he tries to blend in with zee rug, but I have found heem.


Gahhhhmm gahhhmm gahhhm.

It's Bad Cuz...

Porter LOVES this toy. It squeaks and bounces and provides maximum gahm-ability... what more could a lab pup wish for? The squeak hole is on the back. Porter particularly loves to position it in his mouth so that all the squeak sound goes into his mouth, down his throat, and into his brain.

Someone's Installed a Buffet!

Porter contemplates his next move. Kibble? Maybe. Pounce zee ball? Perhaps...


I've heard that these things are good for dogs and their digestion or some such. Porter approves.


I just don't get tired of the baroo?