My favorite

I have so many toys, too many in fact to keep track of.  I think that's why mom hides half of them. Little does she know that I know where she hides them and I can sneak in whenever someone leaves the door open and take them.  But my absolute favorite toy is the flirt pole.  I will beg and plead and sometimes lie to play with it outside.  It's the first thing I go for when it's time to play, the toy I always get.  Oh, I have tugs and balls and stuffed things but none compare to that pole.  It flips and flies and wiggles, always teasing me. Sometimes it takes me a while to chase it down, but I always win in the end.

My favorite inside toy has to be my purple fuzzy ball  mom calls my chuzzle after the game of the same name.  It's real good to bite on, I can make it squeak in pain using my new big dog teeth.        Which I just got recently.  It's about time.  My puppy teeth were not sufficient to do all the biting I   think I need to.  As a matter of fact, they were kind of holding up the destruction of my antler          recently.  It's good to know I can now finish it off.                                                                              

   Speaking of losing teeth, mom has a whole bunch of them she took away from me.  For some         reason she wouldn't let me play with them.  Or eat them.  I'm not sure why.