Rory and I met the cutest little four-month old puggle puppy named Walter during our morning walk today in Central Park.
Rory took one sniff and walked away. I was lured closer by Walter’s cuteness and was soon a victim of his sharp puppy teeth.
Once again, Rory was the smart one.
The incident took me back to Rory’s puppyhood and the now legendary day when I returned home from Walmart with a new toilet brush in my bag. Rory was about two months old and still a tiny thing, but he grabbed the brush out of the bag and started running around the house with it.
That toilet brush never saw the inside of a bathroom.
I recommend it to friends with new puppies (Walter’s mom heard about it this morning). The long handle keeps your hand far away from those sharp puppy teeth. He can chew on the bristle end (covered by the socks), and you can tug on the handle end. You wash and replace the socks as needed, too.
Can’t envision this game? Take a look at this recent video….and wait for the end! Rory’s celebration when he pulls the socks off the brush is classic.
Brilliant, yes? But then, if you’ve met Rory, he’s that kinda dog.