Sadie’s Grampy decided to get creative when cleaning out the recycling recently. He saw some long pieces of cardboard and got an idea. He built Sadie a toy ramp for her squeaky balls! There’s a little platform, made from half a cardboard box, where Sadie stands to reach the top of the ramp. Once Sadie is in position with a squeaky ball in her mouth, I give her the “drop it” command and she releases the ball down the ramp. When the ball hits about the halfway mark, Sadie runs around to the front of the ramp and tries to catch the ball. More often than not, Sadie misses and then has to chase the ball across the living room. It’s very entertaining to watch, and Sadie seems to enjoy playing the with ramp, but it’s currently taking up about half the floor space between couches. I think the ball ramp, like Sadie’s dog tunnel, will be more of a special occasion toy, taken out of the closet only when regular playtime has become too boring.

This post is part of the Thoughtless Thursday blog hop hosted by Ruckus the Eskie, Love Is Being Owned By a Husky, and M.K. Clinton.

    This post is part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes blog hop hosted by 2 Brown Dawgs and Heart Like A Dog.

Sometimes it’s tough being an office dog. Your Mom finally hands over that treat you’ve been begging for, but you’re not quite ready to eat it yet. Where can you possibly find a safe place to bury a bone in an office?

Sadie has this issue almost every work day. She’s tried burying bones in the filing cabinet, the supply closet, under desks, in people’s purses and shoes, and many other creative locations. But Sadie’s favorite hiding spot by far is the recycling box. Sadie hops right into that box, digs around the papers, and makes sure her bone is good and safe.

There’s only one problem – it’s too good of a hiding spot, because Sadie can never get her bone back out of the box. I’ll be sitting at my desk working, when all of a sudden I hear Sadie start whining from the other room. If I don’t immediately go running to her, she then begins kicking her hind legs back in frustration. At that point I know I have to go help her, because her next step to get my attention is barking. Sadie knows that barking is not allowed at the office, but she also knows that if she lets out one bark, I will come running to keep her quiet and will conveniently rescue her bone at the same time.

This post is part of the Thursday Barks and Bytes blog hop hosted by 2 Brown Dawgs and Heart Like A Dog.

  This post is also part of the Thoughtless Thursday blog hop hosted by Ruckus the Eskie, Love Is Being Owned By a Husky, and M.K. Clinton.