Our hundred pound German Shepherd's favorite toy is a rubber squeaky ball. He runs around all day with that thing in his mouth, squeaking away. I find it incredibly annoying, but since the dog enjoys it so much, I let him play with it.
Well, the other day, Schultz broke the squeaker.
Good, I thought. Less noise!
Apparently Schultz did not share my sentiments. He ran around with the ball, dropped it, and stared at me, wondering what the heck was wrong with his toy. He did the same thing with my husband. When he didn't get a reaction from either of us, he shoved the ball in a corner and lay down on the ground, looking completely dejected.
My husband saw how sad the poor beast was. "We really should get him a new squeaky ball."
I looked at the dog. "I suppose."
So that's what we did. We went to the pet store and got Schultz a brand new squeaky ball. Needless to say, when we presented the new toy, Schultz was delighted.
He grabbed that ball and resumed the noise making. And he's still doing it. Too bad it doesn't have an off switch!