Quiet dogs. I washed all the stuffed toys–there’s only so much dog slobber I can handle. And two dogs = even more dog slobber. Ick. When I brought everything back, all clean and fresh-smelling, Maizie and Gatsby spent the rest of the evening nosing around and chomping on a select few of them. No wrestling. No yipping. Who would’ve thought?
Guess I’m going to have to wash dog toys a lot more often!