Oh Kong Toy, how I love thee! First discovered after listening to my new puppy cry and cry every time I left the house (almost a year ago no), the Kong toy saved my booty - or at last my sanity. You stuff that thing with peanut butter, smooshed up sweet potato or treats, make sure she's interested and beat feet out the door before she realizes I'm gone!! Beulah has actually learned the "time to go to work" routine now. I fill the Kong, she watches and when I'm done runs to the couch and jumps up on it, I offer the treat, she looks at me forlornly and then digs on in, I sneak out the door. Another potentially-neighbor-enraging incident averted.
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