Jed can tear up any soft toy in less than two minutes. None of our dogs have been able to have soft toys because of Jed. I’ve asked him to stop being so destructive, but my pleas couldn’t compete with the lure of that squeaker hidden beneath soft fluffy layers of polyester batting. His opinion: “It’s more fun to tear up toys than it is to play with them. And isn’t the point of toys to have fun?” The economics of the situation made no difference to him.
But when Pearl showed up under our porch, I was finally able to get through to Jed. I explained to him that because Pearl didn’t have siblings to keep her company, she needed soft toys to help her feel safe. Especially since none of our dogs would let her cuddle with them. (Turns out she had Parvo, and they didn’t want the potentially fatal virus she had.)
So, Jed and I had that talk, and he immediately stopped tearing up toys. That’s the end of the story. Boring though it may be, I think it’s pretty incredible that all I had to do was give Jed a good-enough reason to stop tearing up toys, and he stopped. It’s been a couple of months since then, and now our house is full of stuffed dog toys.
Georgia has started playing with them too, and she and Pearl have made a game of stealing a small stuffed Lambchop from each other, then running through the house, instigating a lively chase.
It’s a short, boring story, but one of those “Holy shit” moments when you realize all over again the power of telepathic animal communication to create immediate positive change.