The only kind of toys that I can buy for my boys are the expensive non-destructible ones. The cheap vinyl ones don’t last but five minutes. But that’s okay, because they love them. What I don’t love is stepping on them as I walk through out the house.
Solution? A toy box. This was handed down from Kesha (my fur sister). She’s getting a bit older and doesn’t play with her toys as much. In tradition of keeping possessions in the family, I decided to try it out with the boys.
I found a spot for it next to the bookshelf and put everything inside. They sniffed it quite awhile and were a bit puzzled on what was suppose to happen next. I explained to them what to do, no one moved.
The baby of the family went in first. And grabbed Hardy’s favorite ring. The Olympic rings I call them. House showed no fear.
Hardy went in next and grabbed the green ring. Gave it to House and took back the red one. Funny creatures they are.
Disco wasn’t completely sold on the whole concept.
Perhaps he thought that if he sits I’ll get him one.
House ended up going in and grabbing the blue ring for him. He decided to watch the box instead.
Now, here’s the real trick. Getting them to pick up their toys at the end of each day and return them to the toy box. I had my previous German Shepherd, Taz, trained to do just that. I think I’ve got some work to do here.
Until the next word…