Alas, Jo, there is no secret lair - too 'spensive and once they're worn out, away they go. Just the one lonely one on its stand (or my head, depending). They don't give a frick about any of their thousands of chew toys, either - they just want one of my flip flops. Which I don't let them have, because I am MEAN. Why is the cliche about dogs chewing on shoes so true? Do feet secretly smell like roast beef?
Doozer (the brown one) likes to run into my garden and try to eat my vegetable plants (the beets! Again with the beets!) but he never makes it in there. Sprocket (brown and white) just tries to go visit all the neighbours. They really kind of resent their leashes for preventing that (esp. since our next-door neighbours are always outside, there's no fence between us, and the lady is ALWAYS like "COME HERE PUPPIES! OH IT'S OKAY, LET THEM GO! LET THEM COME OVER HERE! COME HERE PUPPIES!") but at least aren't totally flipping out anymore when they are on their leash.
Also: There are NO PET SUPPLY STORES in my province (or at least, none within a two-hour drive from here). So I have had to buy them everything from Zellers or the grocery store. The only harnesses I could find for them were cat harnesses, which are fine right now, but aren't going to fit them for long. Okay, finished grumbling.
ETA: Ginny - they kind of freak out when they hear themselves on that vid. But for the most part they ignore whatever (TV or music or Youtube) EXCEPT when I watch What The Buck. Doesn't matter where they are in the house, they hear Michael Buckley's voice and they come a-runnin'.
