- A rubber squeaky lizard with a tongue that pokes out when you squeeze it.
- A stuffingless plush squirrel. So yes, there will be bitz of fuzzy squirrel skin all over within 15 minutes of when I give it to him, but there won't be huge clumps of fluffy squirrel innards that he could choke on and that drift about as I try to clean them up.
- I also got him a toy that will last longer than 30 minutes -- a rubber tennis ball that squishes when he chomps on it but will, I think, hold up better than an actual tennis ball.
- Oh yeah, and an assortment of treats from their bulk treat section.
I came home and fed him treat after treat (I planned ahead and only gave him half dinner) and then I gave him the lizard and he was immediately THE HAPPIEST DOG ALIVE. Then he chewed a hole in its belly so that it no longer squeaks and he went down to only being one of the top 10 happiest dogs alive. All in all, I would say, a success. Pictures of Raleigh and his new best friend forthcoming some time after I move. That's a story for another day, I'll just say that I feel alternately totally panicked about packing up all my belongings TONIGHT, and really excited about having gin & tonic dance parties in the living room with my soon-to-be housemates (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, ask Ariella or Ella about the wild and crazy Saturday nights we used to have).
