You Confounded Toy! Quit Moving Around!!!

Frequently, I give Pippin a piece of “trash” for him to lick, such as empty sour cream tubs and butter paper and the like.  Having been allowed to try vanilla ice cream in the past, we already knew he liked it.  But one night, my parents ate the rest of the ice cream and left the tub on the floor.  Later while we did the dishes and the doomed tub waited on us alone before it was burnt, none of us expected to have Pippin come in and start trying to make off with it.  2 quarts!  It was so big, we could have made him sit in the bottom!  But, thinking to amuse him, we let him have it.  He chewed on it for a while, but then somebody nudged it out from under his nose to see what he would do. He gave a little shriek of rage and pounced on it again, growling – at the tub!  But he slammed his paws on the tub as it was sitting on it’s curved side, and it spun out from under them.  He barked shrilly in anger and dove for it again,  this time attacking with his teeth.  Then too it whirled to the other side of the kitchen.  By now Pippin was really mad, and he snarled and complained as he tried to chew on it again.  This time, by a miracle, it stayed in one place for a while.  Pippin’s snarls died away as he realized the the “toy” was cooperating.

He settled the ice cream tub in a corner and began to chew.  But the traffic passing on it’s way to put dishes up made him nervous.  So he tried to carry it off, and lifted the huge tub in his mouth and trotted away with it.  But, he miscalculated the space between the edge of the ice cream tub and the edge of the refrigerator.  Normally, he can squeeze by the ‘fridge even when people are standing there close by.  However, it seems he didn’t know that when you have a wide load in your mouth, you must adjust your reckoning of space.  As the tub hero trotted by, the edge of his prize hit the edge of the refrigerator, and the impact knocked the tub sprawling out of his mouth.  He gave a shrill bark of anger and snatched it up again.  Finally though, the warrior was able to settle down in peace on his rug to chew on his tub.  But then, the humans noticed that the cheap plastic was beginning to fall apart under the ferocious jaws of the Italian Greyhound.  Safety first, as always, and the new “toy” was taken away to avoid any ingestion of the plastic.  Poor Pippin watched his hard-won trophy taken away, but we spared him the anguish of watching it burned.

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